Run me my credit

Yeah…

Funny how you talk about ghostin’ people…

But your own pen been ghostin’ you.

Look, they love you in the charts, I love you on mute,

Numbers don’t lie, but your verses dispute.

You borrowin’ flows like they loans you can’t pay,

Switchin’ accents every summer like a new Bottega wave.

Meek pulled receipts, you ain’t fight back,

Pusha dropped a bomb, you ain’t write back.

Kendrick said your crown was rented, no cap,

And you just hit the booth to drop a heart on your cap.

Run me my credit, don’t run to execs,

You pray to the label while you’re callin’ it “bless.”

Six God? Nah, just a fraud with a check,

The throne ain’t yours — it’s on corporate protect.

You rap about pain from a courtside seat,

All that “started from the bottom” soundin’ real boutique.

You avoidin’ every war, claimin’ “peace, no beef,”

But legends take smoke, you just call police.

Son in the shadows, pen in the dark,

Your whole discography’s a question mark.

OVO runnin’ you, you don’t run the biz,

The owl’s just a logo — who’s really the wiz?

Run me my credit, don’t run to execs,

You pray to the label while you’re callin’ it “bless.”

Six God? Nah, just a fraud with a check,

The throne ain’t yours — it’s on corporate protect.

Yeah… You know what it is…

Legends don’t hide when it’s time to defend…

But I guess…

Some views ain’t worth the climb when they fake from the end…