(Female vocals, smooth but fierce) It’s a battle of the sexes, who’s really on top? You be talkin’ all loud, but my vibe don’t stop. Yeah, you swing with your ego, but you fall when you flex, I step in, shut it down — now who’s winnin’ this test? (Male echo / ad-libs) Battle lines, battle lines — who crossed that first? (Both together) If you wanna go to war, bet we both leave scorched, But the truth hits harder when it come from the source. Man vs. woman — but this ain’t no stress, ’Cause when the smoke all clears, we both know who’s best. yo I said that's enough about me let's talk about you your looking kinda ruff about 29 been banged 29 times in the last week bitch ur pussy smells like my cellies feet on a work day just keeping it reel it reeks your like a spider with eight hands for 8 dicks but that would never be enough bitch u wouldn't be happy slammed dunked full of cum bitch your always gonna be a bumStill tryna fill a void that nobody could plug, Chasin’ every cheap thrill like you searchin’ for love. But you never level up, you just stay in that slump, Tryna flex a lifestyle but can’t back it up — pump fake dump. You ain’t never gonna rise, you addicted to crumbs, Stay talkin’ big moves while you livin’ like a bum. I’m on ten with the grind, you stuck zero with the run, I’m the king in my city, you the shadow of the sun. Whole time you been tryna throw salt at my name, But I glow too bright, you could never dim the flame.🔥 Hook — “Battle Lines” (Female vocals, smooth but fierce) It’s a battle of the sexes, who’s really on top? You be talkin’ all loud, but my vibe don’t stop. Yeah, you swing with your ego, but you fall when you flex, I step in, shut it down — now who’s winnin’ this test? (Male echo / ad-libs) Battle lines, battle lines — who crossed that first? (Both together) If you wanna go to war, bet we both leave scorched, But the truth hits harder when it come from the source. Man vs. woman — but this ain’t no stress, ’Cause when the smoke all clears, we both know who’s best.Boy, you talk a big game but it’s all for the crowd, You a loud little echo tryin’ hard to sound proud. You throw dirt on my name hopin’ yours gets clean, But you the mess in the mirror that you scared to be seen. You call me rough? Please—your whole act a façade, Tryna stunt for the world but can’t outrun your flaws. You a bargain bin rapper with a clearance rack ego, I’m a limited edition — top shelf, real vino. You flex like you a king, but the crown don’t fit, You a pawn with a mouth and a broke-man grit. I don’t chase dudes — I replace ’em when they slip, You’d be lucky if I saved you as a draft I never sent. Talkin’ stats? Baby, check your own résumé, You been losin’ every round like the ref lookin’ away. You ain’t smooth, you just talk with a shaky little smirk, You the type to drop tracks but your life don’t match the words. I’m the upgrade — whole vibe in a new dimension, You a glitch in the system, always beggin’ for attention. So keep yappin’, keep cappin’, keep playin’ pretend, I don’t trip over boys — I just swerve and ascend.Hook — “Battle Lines” (Female vocals, smooth but fierce) It’s a battle of the sexes, who’s really on top? You be talkin’ all loud, but my vibe don’t stop. Yeah, you swing with your ego, but you fall when you flex, I step in, shut it down — now who’s winnin’ this test? (Male echo / ad-libs) Battle lines, battle lines — who crossed that first? (Both together) If you wanna go to war, bet we both leave scorched, But the truth hits harder when it come from the source. Man vs. woman — but this ain’t no stress, ’Cause when the smoke all clears, we both know who’s best.
