Zen Glitchin'

[Intro]
Yeah
You ain't nice, you glitchin' (haha)
Load it up
[Verse 1]
Whole court lag when you hop online
Score jump crazy, that ain't all from grind
Thumbs look tired but the aim too clean
Can't hide skill when we read that screen
You froze tip-off, scoreboard bugged
Funny how the game crash soon as you up
Talk real tough on a party chat
Pull up in the park, you ain't built like that (nah)
[Chorus]
You ain't good, you just zen glitchin' (zen glitchin')
Whole team shook when the frame start missin'
Real hands up, we can tell who different
You ain't comp, you just pad-assistin'
You ain't good, you just zen glitchin' (zen glitchin')
Boxscore fake, that stat line fiction
Call it a win but the rep feel missin'
You ain't good, you just pad-assistin' (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Late night stage, big wagers up
You "green" every shot but the flow look stuck
Catch that pause when the bar glitch slow
Funny little script know just where to go
I grind badges, you grind scripts
I call plays, you call tips
Mismatched talk and your gameplay too
Say you top five but the clips say "who?"
[Chorus]
You ain't good, you just zen glitchin' (zen glitchin')
Whole team shook when the frame start missin'
Real hands up, we can tell who different
You ain't comp, you just pad-assistin'
You ain't good, you just zen glitchin' (zen glitchin')
Boxscore fake, that stat line fiction
Call it a win but the rep feel missin'
You ain't good, you just pad-assistin' (woah)
[Bridge]
Real ones miss shots, then come back strong (come back)
You just bend rules, hope you last this long
When the patch hit, where you gon' run?
No crutch left, just the truth and thumbs
[Chorus]
You ain't good, you just zen glitchin' (zen glitchin')
Whole team shook when the frame start missin'
Real hands up, we can tell who different
You ain't comp, you just pad-assistin'
You ain't good, you just zen glitchin' (zen glitchin')
Boxscore fake, that stat line fiction
Call it a win but the rep feel missin'
You ain't good, you just pad-assistin'

rap, Gritty New York drill beat, male vocals with an aggressive, taunting delivery. Hollow, sliding 808s and stuttering hi-hats under dissonant, eerie synth stabs. Verses stay tight and punchy with ad-libs tucked around the main vocal. Hook explodes with gang-style chants and layered doubles. Occasional beat drops and risers to highlight punchlines calling out cheaters and flexing real skill., drill