Lil Dušan-Last Stand Mini Games-(Scale: Minor) (Official audio).
Verse 1: I’m the glitch in the matrix, motherfucker, breakin’ the code, While you simpin’ for clout, I’m collectin’ these racks by the load. Pussy ass industry plants gettin’ exposed in the light, I’m shadow realm savage, strike twice like a thief in the night. Fuck your trends, I set fire to the whole damn scene, Turn ashes to platinum, livin’ out the wildest dream. Haters plot in the group chat, gettin’ aired out quick, One verse from the god and your career gettin’ buried in shit. Verse 2: City full of vultures circlin’ every move I make, But I’m Teflon don, bullets bounce, no mistakes. Bitches talk forever but fold when it’s time to ride, I need a rider or die, not these temporary highs. Blunt smoke fill the whip, windows fogged like my past, Turned every L to a lesson, now I’m built to outlast. You gossip on corners, I’m plottin’ on global takeover, Kingpin with the pen—your whole block gettin’ run over. Verse 3: From the trenches where the lost souls pray for redemption, I forged my own crown, no handouts, pure ascension. Fake love get the boot, watch ‘em scatter like roaches, I’m the exterminator, leave the game full of broken promises. Adrenaline pumpin’, heart cold but the flow lava hot, Every bar a body drop, leave the opps in a knot. This ain’t rap, it’s war with a microphone, Motherfucker, bow down—welcome to my fuckin’ throne.
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Verse 1: I’m the glitch in the matrix, motherfucker, breakin’ the code, While you simpin’ for clout, I’m collectin’ these racks by the load. Pussy ass industry plants gettin’ exposed in the light, I’m shadow realm savage, strike twice like a thief in the night. Fuck your trends, I set fire to the whole damn scene, Turn ashes to platinum, livin’ out the wildest dream. Haters plot in the group chat, gettin’ aired out quick, One verse from the god and your career gettin’ buried in shit. Verse 2: City full of vultures circlin’ every move I make, But I’m Teflon don, bullets bounce, no mistakes. Bitches talk forever but fold when it’s time to ride, I need a rider or die, not these temporary highs. Blunt smoke fill the whip, windows fogged like my past, Turned every L to a lesson, now I’m built to outlast. You gossip on corners, I’m plottin’ on global takeover, Kingpin with the pen—your whole block gettin’ run over. Verse 3: From the trenches where the lost souls pray for redemption, I forged my own crown, no handouts, pure ascension. Fake love get the boot, watch ‘em scatter like roaches, I’m the exterminator, leave the game full of broken promises. Adrenaline pumpin’, heart cold but the flow lava hot, Every bar a body drop, leave the opps in a knot. This ain’t rap, it’s war with a microphone, Motherfucker, bow down—welcome to my fuckin’ throne.