You’ve got an issue? Nah—you’re the issue. I stopped takin’ your shit, now you throwin’ tissues. Cry me a river while I grind through the gears, You stallin’ in place—I’ve been runnin’ for years. Circle you once, twice, then I’m gone, You’re stuck in rewind, I’m already dawn. You got dropped, got popped, now you poutin’ at the gate— Guess mediocrity’s a hell of a fate. I’m not the villain in your tale of regret, You just hate mirrors and the truth they reflect. So go ahead—bring the powers that be, 'Cause I got stories they’re dyin' to see. Match that energy—yeah, I dare you to swing! You wanted a war? Then come feel the sting. I ain’t your shadow—I blaze and I burn, Step in my path, and you’ll finally learn. You pushed the button, now brace for the sound, I rise while you crumble, I stand while you drown. Match that energy—make your move! But you’ll choke on the smoke when I hit my groove. You got no drive, no fire inside, You dim every light just to feel like you shine. You hate me? That’s fine—I’m not here for your praise, I’m here for the grind, and I earn every raise. You’ve pissed off the room, stabbed backs, played games, But I stayed cool while you screamed my name. And yeah—they’re watchin', even when they’re gone, So keep actin’ bold, it won’t last long. Just ‘cause I didn’t throw fists for a while… Doesn’t mean I forgot how. You wanted the smoke… Now breathe it in. Boom. Boom. SNAP. This ain’t a phase, this is your collapse. You brought the drama, I bring the facts— We got work to do, better watch your back. SHOVE that attitude where the sun don't hit, I’m the freight train—you’re just grit. Keep barkin’ loud from your little cage, I’m the goddamn butcher, and I’m settin’ the stage. Match that energy—yeah, I dare you to swing! You wanted a war? Then come feel the sting. I ain’t your shadow—I blaze and I burn, Step in my path, and you’ll finally learn. Just ‘cause I stayed silent doesn’t mean I’m weak, I’ll break your ego every time you speak. Match that energy—bring your worst, But I’m always ten steps ahead—and that’s the curse.
