[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Yo Mahad, sit down, this one’s for your ears,
Call you "my son" ’cause you’ve been dodgin’ tears.
Fakin’ moms’ death? That’s a twisted lie,
Now karma’s here—watch your whole life die.
I own your legacy, crushed your weak clan,
You’re nothin’ but a fraud, just a scared little man.
Talk tough, but you’re softer than nursery rhymes,
Should’ve quit while you could—now it’s endgame time.
[Chorus]
Mahad, h**g the boots up, you’re washed, you’re done,
Zero bitches, zero wins, you’re the joke number one.
Touch football? More like touch grass, clown,
Your whole existence—let me break it down.
[Verse 2]
"Clan leader"? Nah, you’re a solo flop,
Your squad got buried when I took the top.
Indian roots? Bro, you’re still a fraud,
Culture’s proud—you’re just a lost façade.
Can’t catch a ball, can’t catch a clue,
Your "moves" are weak, like your fake IQ.
No girls in your DMs, just crickets and cringe,
Even your shadow’s like, "I’m out—this tinge."
[Chorus]
Mahad, h**g the boots up, you’re washed, you’re done,
Zero bitches, zero wins, you’re the joke number one.
Touch football? More like touch grass, clown,
Your whole existence—let me break it down.
[Outro]
