The King

Yo, Tyler, I see you flexin’ on the ‘Gram, But your bars so weak, they barely give a damn. Claimin' you the king, but you just a jester, Got a crown made of plastic, man, I’m the investor. You talk big game, but I’m the real deal, Every track you drop, it’s like a bad meal. I’m in I’m stackin’ paper, while you chase the clout, In this rap game, boy, you’re just a dropout. I’m the G-unit soldier, reppin’ hard for the streets, While you playin’ dress-up, I’m bringin’ the heat. You’re lost in the hype, man, you need a map, I’m the predator here, you just a lil' trap. Step to me, Tyler, you know you’ll regret, I’m the boss in this game, no need to sweat. Your rhymes are a joke, I’m laughin’ out loud, In this diss track battle, I’m gonna make you Verse 1) Yo, Tyler, what’s the deal? You think you’re on my level? Claimin’ you the king, but you just playin’ with the devil. I’m the 6 God, you know I’m reppin’ Toronto, While you out here flexin’, lookin’ like a bad promo. You got the hype, but can’t match the skill, I’m droppin’ bars heavy, got you feelin’ that chill. You talk a big game, but your words don’t hit, I’m the blueprint, boy, you just a counterfeit. You’re chasin’ trends, I’m settin’ the pace, While you wearin’ masks, I’m showin’ my face. You think you’re deep, but you just scratchin’ the surface, I’m in my prime, while you still searchin’ for purpose. (Verse 2) I see you tryin’ hard, but it’s just not enough, Your flow’s like a puzzle, and I’m callin’ your bluff. I’m the voice of the youth, while you lost in the mix, This ain’t no game, boy, I’m playin’ for keeps. You’re all about the clout, but I’m chasin’ respect, In this lyrical battle, you’re just a reject. So step back, Tyler, let the real ones shine, I’m the future of the game, and I’m takin’ what’s mine.