Fat ass Lucas diss track pt 2

Jacob your next for betrayal **Verse 1** Yo, Lucus, what’s the deal, you claim to be the king? But your throne’s made of snacks, man, you ain't doing a thing. Sitting on your couch while we’re out here making moves, You’re stuck in your old ways, we’re just here to improve. **Chorus** Fat Ass Lucus, you can’t keep up the pace, While we’re grinding hard, you’re just losing the race. Step back, take a look, man, it’s time to face facts, This diss hit you hard, like a heavyweight’s jabs. **Verse 2** You flexing all those weights, but your mind’s outta shape, Got a big mouth, but your bars just escape. Claiming you’re the best, but your flow’s out of sync, I’m spitting fire, while you just sit and drink. **Chorus** Fat Ass Lucus, you can’t keep up the pace, While we’re grinding hard, you’re just losing the race. Step back, take a look, man, it’s time to face facts, This diss hit you hard, like a heavyweight’s jabs. **Outro** So listen up, Lucus, it’s time to step it right, Get off the sidelines, put up a real fight. We’re raising the bar, while you’re stuck in the past, This diss was just a warning—better move fast! --- Feel free to tweak any lines to make it more personal or fitting!