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Yo, Gannon, you think you’re flexin’ hard,

But in this rap game, man, you lookin’ scarred.

Tryna holla at girls, but you gettin’ no play,

Look in the mirror, damn, you’re ugly all day.

Your pockets are empty, ain’t got a dime,

Broke as a joke, you wastin’ my rhyme.

Thuggin’ on the block, but your hustle’s so weak,

Can’t even afford to be fresh for a week.

I’m cruisin’ through the street, lookin’ clean as a mug,

You’re sittin’ in the back, just a sad little slug.

Got no drip, all your threads are a crime,

While I’m spittin’ heat, you just wastin’ my time.

Bitch, you can’t handle this lyrical storm,

You think you’re hot stuff? Nah, you’re just warm.

I’m the king of the block, you a pawn in my game,

Gannon’s just a name, but I’m bringin' the flame.

Call up your boys, but they know you ain’t shit,

You’re flappin’ your lips, but you don’t got the grit.

I’m risin’ so high, you just sinkin’ like lead,

You’re livin’ in the shadows, while I’m blastin’ ahead.

Swag so colossal, you can’t even compare,

In the battle of life, dude, I’m takin’ your chair.

Gannon, just accept you’re losin' the fight,

I’m a beast on this mic, and you’re barely a kite.

So take your L and step back from the scene,

In the game of respect, you know what I mean?

I’ll laugh at your hustle, it's as funny as hell,

Gannon in the gutter, man, can’t you just tell?

You think you a player, but you riding the pine,

While I’m stackin’ these wins, and you wastin’ your shine.

So get the hell out, or step up your game,

In this diss, I’m the dragon, and you’re just a flame