diss track

You claim you’re fly, but your wings just rust, In a game of kings, you ain’t even a bust, I’m the predator, hunting, you just the prey, Step to me wrong, you’ll regret the day. Your bars are weak, like a house of cards, I’m the architect, building legendary yards, You’re a shadow in the night, I’m the sun on the rise, With every line I spit, I’m severing ties. You flex like a titan, but crumble like clay, In this arena of lions, you’re just a cliché, Your crew’s full of fakes, all talk, no action, I’m the real deal, you’re just a distraction. You whisper my name, but I’m louder than thunder, When I drop these bombs, you’ll be torn asunder, I’m the storm in the booth, you just a light drizzle, In this war of words, I’ll make your mind sizzle.