you ain't shit nigga

You claim you spittin' fire, but it’s all just smoke, Little boy on the mic, man, you barely even spoke. Thinkin' you a player, but you just a pawn, Tryna flex on the gram, but you know you just a con. Your rhymes taste like trash, like they came from the bin, Tryna step to the king, but you ain't never gon' win. Can’t spell your own name, man, it’s sad but it's true, Catchin' feelings for the fame, but nobody feels you. You actin' all tough, but we see through the act, Got no bitches on your line, that’s a well-known fact. In this game for the clout, but you ain't got the stats, Little white boy, sit down, know your place and relax. You ain't built for the hustle, just a joke in the scene, While I'm stacking my chips, you just stuck in between. So take a seat, youngin', this a lesson you need, In a world full of lions, you just a lost little breed.