Ay let me tell you that you might have more cash then me but you ain’t got the skills to eat a niggas a*s like me. And you also can't clash with me. I’m the one on the mic, flipping flows so free, Every bar that I drop is a masterpiece. You flexin’ on the gram, but it’s smoke and mirrors, I spit truth in the booth, make the crowd see clearer. Respect in the streets, yeah, that’s my currency, I’m rich in the rhythm, that’s my legacy. So step back, recognize, I’m the king of the b**t, Every rhyme that I spit got the crowd on its feet. You can chase the paper, but you’ll never be me, I’m the one with the fire, pure artistry.
I don’t need a chain, I don’t need the flash,
I build empires with the words I stash.
Bars cut deep like a sword unsheathed,
Every syllable I drop makes the weak retreat.
You talk big numbers, but your soul is broke,
I invest in the rhythm, every line I speak.
From the cypher to the stage, I’m the one they see,
No gimmicks, no tricks, just the real MC,
Every crowd that I touch feels the energy.
From the block to the charts, I’m the prophecy,
Can’t buy respect, it’s earned endlessly.
I’m the one on the mic, flipping flows so free, Every bar that I drop is a masterpiece. You flexin’ on the gram, but it’s smoke and mirrors, I spit truth in the booth, make the crowd see clearer. Respect in the streets, yeah, that’s my currency, I’m rich in the rhythm, that’s my legacy. So step back, recognize, I’m the king of the b**t, Every rhyme that I spit got the crowd on its feet. You can chase the paper, but you’ll never be me, I’m the one with the fire, pure artistry.
