(Intro)
Yeah, you think you’re royalty?
Bow down — not me, you clown.
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Verse 1
Step in the room, think you're larger than life,
Flex on the weak but you shake at the knife,
Talk like a king but you rule like a joke,
I'm the storm comin' fast, you're the twig that broke.
Fake gold on your teeth, fake pride in your speech,
I see through the cracks, you're just outta my reach.
You puff your chest, I'm crackin' your spine,
I bury your ego where the sun don't shine.
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Verse 2
Climb on the backs of the real and the strong,
Wrote yourself a script but you read it all wrong,
Drownin' in lies, but you call it a throne,
A jester in robes, a king over bones.
I spit fire, you trip on smoke,
You're a loud empty shell when the mirrors broke,
I’m the hammer, you're the nail that bends,
Try to stand tall, I’ll break you again.
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Verse 3
Smile in the light but you rot in the dark,
No real soul, just a manufactured spark,
Biting my style like a leech on skin,
I’m ten steps ahead while you chase my wind.
Your story's a joke, your throne's made of sand,
One wave of truth and you can't even stand,
Respect ain't a prize you can scam or fake,
I take what’s mine while you only take.
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Verse 4
You act untouchable, braggin' so loud,
But real recognize real — and you ain't allowed,
I build empires, you build excuses,
I lead armies, you follow abuses.
Tryin’ so hard just to play that part,
But weak hearts like yours fall apart,
I sharpen my tongue like a blade in war,
Cut you down clean, leave you on the floor.
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Verse 5
Paint your lies in a beautiful frame,
Still ain't changing your cowardly name,
Put on the crown but it sinks in mud,
You worship yourself but you’re drunk on blood.
I step right through all your shallow noise,
I break fake kings like I break cheap toys,
Keep talkin' big — it just fuels my fire,
You ain't built for the smoke I inspire.
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Verse 6
Last words to a fraud in disguise,
No mask thick enough to cover those lies,
You're a footnote, a joke, a ghost in a race,
I spit on your name, wipe it off my face.
Rise and fall, it's a cycle you chase,
Kneel before truth, feel the slap of disgrace,
I stand unshaken, you stumble and drown,
This is the fall of your false-ass crown.
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(Outro - slow, menacing)
Yeah...
Kings don't shout — they conquer.
You just bark, little dog
