Lyric

Yo, step up in the cypher, you a knock‑off chump

Fake flexin’ on the ‘Gram, but your bars just bump

You claimin’ king status, but you slippin’ on a rut

Playin’ dress‑up rapper, all your rhymes in the cut

You talk big game, but your flow’s a comedy skit

I spit cold steel, you just a flimsy counterfeit

Your beats stale like old bread—mold on the crust

I bulldoze your whole vibe, leave your cred in the dust

You frontin’ like you lit, but you cheap meth smoke

I’m the real dope fiend, you just a broken joke

You rhymin’ in crutches, I’m sprintin’ with precision

Your punchlines soft—like pillows, no incision

Claim you got the culture, but you lost in translation

I rock mosh pits while you rock imitation

So take your fake swag, flush it down the drain

I’m the storm comin’ in, you just a droplet of rain

You a wanna‑be, countin’ fans like you the man

But I’m the plug with real plugs in every land

Your hype’s on lease, mine’s ownin’ the scene

I’m the dope dealer—sellin’ truth, you just sellin’ dreams

You a wanna‑be, countin’ fans like you the man

But I’m the plug with real plugs in every land

Your hype’s on lease, mine’s ownin’ the scene

I’m the dope dealer—sellin’ truth, you just sellin’ dreams

You ridin’ my wave, but you sinkin’ like a stone

Talk a big talk, but you lonely on the throne

Your style expired—man, your swag’s on recall

I’m spittin’ meteor bars, watch your whole world fall

You act like you tough, but you break when it’s rough

I’m diamonds in the rough, you just cheap costume stuff

Countin’ your weak clout, but your circle’s too small

I call you out loud—laughable, pitiful, fraud

You parade in designer, but your soul’s in decline

I’m takin’ whole cities—my vibe’s a landmine

You snitch on your crew just to snag fifteen likes

I’m out here buildin’ legacies, you thirsty for bites

Stop frontin’, admit you can’t match my caliber

I’m the nuclear blast, you the drip from a slacker

So step off my path or get steamrolled flat

I’m the apex predator—you just a scared house cat

You a wanna‑be, countin’ fans like you the man

But I’m the plug with real plugs in every land

Your hype’s on lease, mine’s ownin’ the scene

I’m the dope dealer—sellin’ truth, you just sellin’ dreams

You a wanna‑be, countin’ fans like you the man

But I’m the plug with real plugs in every land

Your hype’s on lease, mine’s ownin’ the scene

I’m the dope dealer—sellin’ truth, you just sellin’ dreams

I’m on some next‑level shit, you stuck at the door

Tryna step in my realm but you fall on the floor

Your rhymes counterfeit—taste like dollar‑store bait

I’m gourmet gourmet, served on the golden plate

You bluffin’ with plastic cards, I’m cashin’ real checks

You stuck on one‑track, I’m switchin’ lanes for specs

Your voice crack in the booth, mine command the stage

I’m ripping pages from your book, burnin’ off the cage

You play backstage hero, I headline the show

You whisper in the wind, I roar like a hurricane blow

Your time’s tick‑tockin’ out, mine’s eternal on repeat

I’m the truth in the booth, you just misleading deceit

You a wanna‑be, countin’ fans like you the man

But I’m the plug with real plugs in every land

Your hype’s on lease, mine’s ownin’ the scene

I’m the dope dealer—sellin’ truth, you just sellin’ dreams

You a wanna‑be, countin’ fans like you the man

But I’m the plug with real plugs in every land

Your hype’s on lease, mine’s ownin’ the scene

I’m the dope dealer—sellin’ truth, you just sellin’ dreams

So here’s the final verdict, stamped in pure gold

I’m the story untold, you the half‑baked mold

Clock’s tickin’—remember who brought the heat

I’m the last word spoken—your defeat is complete