[Verse 1] Teeth grit, stompin' through the yard like a titan, Fists clenched, got the playground frightened. They all scatter fast, ants under the boot, Me against the world, yeah, there's no dispute. [Chorus] I’m the king of the lunch line, ruler of the slide, Backpack tyrant, make the weak divide. Call it survival, or power I flex, Just a lost soul, man, what do you expect? [Verse 2] Locker doors slam, echo in the hall, Snatching milk cartons, towering tall. See fear in their eyes, it feeds in my chest, But truth be told, man, I feel dispossessed. [Bridge] Born from shadows, ain’t no pride or joy, Angles wrong like a broke-off toy. Mirror reflections, I hate who I see, So I push them down, makes it easier to be me. [Chorus] I’m the king of the lunch line, ruler of the slide, Backpack tyrant, make the weak divide. Call it survival, or power I flex, Just a lost soul, man, what do you expect? [Verse 3] Fast forward years, echoes flash in my dome, Karma caught me slippin’, won't leave me alone. Those I crushed now stand taller than me, Scars I gave ‘em? Engraved in my memory.
