Yo, listen up, I’m back with the heat,
You a teacher, but can’t even compete.
In the classroom, yeah, you try to flex,
But you broke as f**k, collects those checks.
Got no love, no heart to call home,
Just a fake Stanley, chillin' alone.
Thug life? Nah, you a soft little punk,
Tryna school me? Better rethink that junk.
I’m the kingpin, call me your highness,
While you stuck in class, like you tryna find this.
Gather 'round, y’all, you could take some notes,
'Cause this diss gon’ sail like a fuckin' boat.
Principal vibes, but can't hold down a job,
Stuck grading papers, livin' like a slob.
Broke as hell, can’t even buy a meal,
I’m out here hustlin', stackin' that reel.
You wear that fake smirk, thinkin’ you fly,
But I see through the mask, watch your dreams die.
Tryna impress, but you ain’t got the guap,
I’m the street legend, while you just a flop.
No crew, no squad, just you and your fears,
Got no one to love, drownin’ in your tears.
Bitch, I’m the truth, while you just a joke,
Leave you in the dust, this ain't no hoax.
Consume your pride, let ‘em know about you,
Stuck up in them halls, tryna sip on that brew.
Step to my level, you ain't got the drive,
Chasin’ after dreams, but you barely alive.
I’m droppin’ bombs while you just drop your grades,
Livin’ your life like a fast-fade charades.
So get a proper job, or just step aside,
‘Cause in this rap game, you’re just a d**d opp ride.
