Lyrics
[Intro]
(Yeah)
Two ghosts in the same graveyard
Two kings in the same cage
Only one walkin' out
(Let's go)
[Verse 1]
You talkin' bodies, boy, where they at
You just postin' captions, I was postin' on the map
You type tough threats, I was tappin' on a latch
Kickin' doors, hittin' floors, prayin' locks don't latch
You brag about the time that you "ran from the law"
Your big case? Shopliftin' candy from a corner stall
I was outta state, different name, different drawl
Judge lookin' at my file like, "Who wrote this horror novel, y'all?"
You say you dangerous, 'cause you shout in a mic
I learned to count by weighin' grams under cheap lights
Your "pull-up" is a Uber for a club at night
My pull-up make neighbors sell they house outta spite
You love screenshots, I love clean drops
You love groupchats, I love clean plots
You love fake beef, I love real plots
You love toy guns, I love cold stocks
[Chorus]
You ain't the deadliest, you just loud in a room
You ain't a criminal, you a rumor in bloom
I really did dirt, washed blood off my shoes
You only catch cases when you cough or you sneeze, lil' dude
You ain't the deadliest, you just hype in a tweet
Your whole rap sheet short as a grocery receipt
I walked through the fire, you rehearsein' on Zoom
I'm the one they warn about when I step in the room (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Oh you a legend? To who, your lil' cousins and 'em
Your "trap stories" sound like bedtime fables to them
You say you robbed plugs, you ain't even know a stem
Only thing you ever bagged was clearance clothes for the 'Gram
You say you flipped work, but the math don't land
How you push a hundred packs and still borrow from your fam?
You claim a hundred crimes, but your car still bland
I did half the moves you brag and changed three last names
You scream "free the guys" but never sent 'em a cent
Never touched a commissary, never paid no rent
You just post they mugshots for some pity and clout
I kept my brothers' kids fed while their fathers did counts
You talk about "hits" but it's only on charts
My homie took a plea deal, yours took a guitar
You fake-scarred, I'm carved up, inside and out
You a Halloween mask, I'm a face that they doubt (hey)
[Chorus]
You ain't the deadliest, you just loud in a room
You ain't a criminal, you a rumor in bloom
I really did dirt, washed blood off my shoes
You only catch cases when you cough or you sneeze, lil' dude
You ain't the deadliest, you just hype in a tweet
Your whole rap sheet short as a grocery receipt
I walked through the fire, you rehearsein' on Zoom
I'm the one they warn about when I step in the room (step in the room)
[Bridge]
[Beat drops, vocal call-and-response]
"I caught charges" — name one
"I ran corners" — made none
"I got priors" — say what
"I move silence" — you just stuck
[Outro]
Two ghosts in the same graveyard
Gravestone ink still wet on yours
Say you deadly, but the paperwork talk
And your page comin' up short (short)
Style
rapaggressive trap beat with heavy 808sskittering hi-hatsand eerie bell plucks. call-and-response male vocals: first rapper on the leftsecond on the righttrading 4-bar bursts. hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and distorted ad-libs; verses stay tight and punchy. short breakdown before final hook with filtered drumsthen full-energy return for the last chorus.bouncefreestylehip hop
Prompt
battle between two professional trap style artists with explicit freestyle lyrics calling out each others flaws regarding being the deadliest, most experienced criminal.
rap, trap, hip hop, bounce
Credits
Prompt by
Hero_404
Hero_404GeneratedMar 5, 2026
ModelAria v5
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