(Talking) They always talking about how hard they are, what they have done an all their goons, but in reality they softer than a sponge. Ha ha ha ha
They talk loud but the echo never shakes the block they claim they run acting like they built the city when they never held a ton flexing borrowed chains pretending every sparkle means they won posing in the mirror practicing a snarl like it’s a gun fake gangsters puffing out their chest like they’re immortal till the pressure hits and suddenly they’re quiet at the portal wannabe thugs rehearsing threats like lines they scribbled in a journal trying to cosplay danger but their energy is cordial they mimic real ones poorly like a bootleg tape distorted claiming they’re wolves but every howl sounds aborted they chase an image not a life and every move is misreported they’re softer than the pillows that their fragile pride supported they brag about a struggle they never lived or even tasted claiming battles they avoided claiming streets they never stationed claiming loyalty they break the moment trust becomes too weighted claiming honor they abandon when the truth becomes too naked they’re actors in a costume that their ego barely stitches talking tough until the moment that the realness burns and blisters talking wild until the silence makes their heartbeat sound like whispers they crumble when confronted by the weight of real resistors they imitate the danger but they never feel the spark they imitate the shadows but they never touch the dark they imitate the legends but they never leave a mark they imitate the barking but they never bite or bark they’re cardboard cutouts trying to stand inside a storm they’re mannequins pretending that their plastic skin is worn they’re claiming they’re a fire but they never even warm they’re claiming they’re a lion but they never even roar they’re claiming they’re a menace but they never break the norm they’re claiming they’re a titan but they never ever form they’re claiming they’re a soldier but they never face the swarm they’re claiming they’re a savage but they never transform so I call them out with clarity no malice in my tone just truth for every poser trying to sit upon a throne built from fantasies and filters from a world they’ve never known trying to borrow reputations that were earned through blood and bone real ones move in silence while these phonies move in loops real ones build a legacy while these posers chase a spoof real ones walk the path while these pretenders chase a proof real ones stand in storms while these wannabes chase a roof real ones never brag because the weight speaks for itself but fake gangsters need applause to validate their hollow self wannabe thugs need attention like a trophy on a shelf but truth exposes every fraud until their lies begin to melt
Betta call your homies if you got any so that pillow don’t whoop you . Hahahahaha.
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