Don’t Step to the King - Big Bop Freestyle

Ain’t nobody left who can step to my throne, Big Bop in the zone, built my name on my own. Y’all want heat? Better bring more than talk, Cuz I’m the quake on the block, leave ‘em outlined in chalk. I’m surgical with the piece, precision with bars, Machine gun flow, every line leaves permanent scars. Y’all chirpin’ like birds, but I’m the hawk in the sky, You can run, you can hide, but you still gon’ die. Breakin’ boundaries, Bop blitz, blowin’ the block, Bodies bound, bad bets, better pray it’ll stop. Blades bare, blood boils, Big Bop brings shock, I’m the bomb in the dark—bang loud when it drops. All I hear is crickets, but the silence is mine, Every opp in my way meets the end of their line. I’m the nightmare they dread, see my name in their eyes, Every move’s like a storm, every rhyme’s category five. This ain’t just talk, chief, I’m a god with the grind, I’m the fire in the hood, leave their world redesigned. They say legends don’t fall, and I’m proof of the claim, Big Bop reigns eternal, carved deep in the game. Y’all built like glass, watch me shatter the pane, While I’m built for the pressure, y’all just crack in the rain. I’m the forge and the fire, the spark and the steel, Turn your hood to a memory—my rise is real. This is war, no retreat, no flags, no truce, Every bar’s a grenade, every line’s a noose. Opps scramble in fear when the King arrives, Big Bop don’t just survive—homie, I thrive. They whispered my name, now it echoes in dread, I’m the king in the jungle, my crown’s blood red. Every scar’s a reminder of the empire I made, And every opp in my way is a debt that I’ve paid. So let ‘em know, champ, the throne stays mine, Big Bop on the rise, every move’s divine. You don’t fuck with the king—better bow and pray, Big Bop rules the block, and I’m here to stay.