[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Yo, they call you King, but the crown’s a lie,
Built your empire on whispers, watch it crumble sky-high.
Flash the cash, but the truth’s a shadow in your maze,
Every deal you cut got a debt that stays.
Bad Boy? Nah, more like Bad Vibes,
Snakes in your circle, they flee when the fire arrives.
You thought you’d silence the crowd with a stack of bills,
But karma’s got receipts, and the world feels the chill.
[Chorus]
Diddy, you played the game, but the rules flipped,
Now the spotlight’s cold, and the legacy’s stripped.
From the penthouse to the pitfalls, watch you trip,
This ain’t a hit—it’s the end of your grip.
[Verse 2]
Champagne flutes clink, but the fizz’s gone flat,
Your name used to boom, now it’s a echo in the chat.
Puppetmaster vibes, but the strings are frayed,
Every ghost in your closet’s ’bout to get paid.
You molded the scene, but the mold’s cracked,
New kings rise while your statues get sacked.
Contracts signed in b***d, but the ink’s washed clean,
The streets talk loud—you ain’t what you seem.
[Bridge]
Legends don’t fade—they just rot in the glare,
You traded respect for a throne made of air.
The beats drop heavy, but your rhythm’s offbeat,
The crown’s in the mud, face-down in the street.
[Chorus]
Diddy, you played the game, but the rules flipped,
Now the spotlight’s cold, and the legacy’s stripped.
From the penthouse to the pitfalls, watch you trip,
This ain’t a hit—it’s the end of your grip.
[Outro]