You’re talkin’ big? B*tch, you ain’t sh*t,
I’m f*ckin’ your game up, every bar’s a hit.
Weak-ass flow, you ain’t built for the grind,
I’m takin’ your throne, leave you lost, left behind.
You’re just a clown, better stay in your lane,
I’m runnin’ this sh*t, you can’t f*ck with the reign.
Keep talkin’ that sh*t, but you won’t last a round,
I’ll bury your ego, leave you six feet underground.
Talkin’ ‘bout thrones? Boy, you’re late to the scene,
I’m the one who sold gear to Elon, livin’ the dream.
You can’t touch this grind, I’ve been movin’ in stealth,
Made moves so clean, now I’m stackin’ the wealth.
Kept it low-key, but now the story’s been told,
While you beg for crumbs, I’m collectin’ the gold.
I got Elon's ear, H1B on the track,
Now I’m rollin’ with workforce—ain’t no goin’ back.