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Intro

Yo, they got me in the booth with a list of names,

Rappers and YouTubers, yeah, I’m playin’ no games.

Fake clout, fake bars, man, this world’s insane,

I’m the reaper in the scene, let me dig this grave.

Verse 1

Logan Paul, yeah, you big with the kids,

But step in the ring, I’ll show you what real is.

Boxing gloves on, you just swing for the clout,

But I’m the heavyweight champ, knock your whole team out.

MrBeast, you got money, yeah, that’s no doubt,

But you handin’ out cash, tryna buy some clout.

While I’m grindin’ on the mic, takin’ over the block,

You just open briefcases, I’m unlockin’ the locks.

6ix9ine with the rainbow hair, what’s that?

Snitchin’ on your team just to dodge that trap.

Man, your bars are as fake as your IG likes,

I spit facts, no gimmicks, keep your autotune mic.

Chorus

Boom bang, pow, shots fired, let it ring.

I’m the king of this jungle, they don’t want this sting.

Chi-ching, watch me flex while they all just cling.

This a diss for the clout chasers, crown me the king.

Verse 2

Jake Paul, always talkin’ ‘bout his streams and views,

But your rhymes are as weak as your boxing moves.

Tryna rap on the mic, boy, just stay in your lane,

I’ll KO your career like a Mayweather game.

Blueface, off-beat, what’s the point of your flow?

You got a bag, but no rhythm—what’s the point of the show?

I’m precision, you division, you just coastin’ on trends,

While I’m out here buildin’ legacy that’ll never end.

DDG, you got talent, but you barely a threat,

Stick to YouTube, my G, you ain’t there yet.

Your bars mid-tier, but your hustle’s clean,

Still, I’m miles ahead, you can’t match this scene.

Chorus

Boom bang, pow, shots fired, let it ring.

I’m the king of this jungle, they don’t want this sting.

Chi-ching, watch me flex while they all just cling.

This a diss for the clout chasers, crown me the king.

Bridge

RiceGum, where you at? You been ghost for a while,

Guess your diss tracks faded like your YouTube style.

Catch me in the lab, cookin’ heat with finesse,

While these rappers and YouTubers just settle for less.

Tekashi, stop yellin’, man, your voice is a joke,

Tryna act tough, but your whole life’s a hoax.

Step to me? Boy, I’ll tear down your pride,

I’m the one they fear; you just run and hide.

Outro

Yeah, I said what I said, now let the world react,

YouTubers, rappers, fake flexers—facts.

I’m the energy they lack, the talent they crave,

Put your whole career to rest, I just dug your grave.

Boom bang, pow, I’m the talk of the town,

Chi-ching, self-made, yeah, I wear that crown.

This a diss, take notes, let the weak ones frown,

While I rise to the top, they just fall back down.