In the shadows of the night, where whispers collide,

A tale of broken dreams, where the truth can't hide.

You talk tough, but you softer than a baby's grip,

Claim you hold heat? Can't even load a clip.

Bars like your spine—bent, weak, ain't shit,

I'm the guillotine, one swing, split your wig quick.

Your squad full of clowns, just a circus act on repeat,

My hitters move silent, only speak when you bleed.

Flexing fake diamonds, cubic lies in the streets,

Your girl hit my DM, said you ain't bringing heat.

This ain't rap, this your motherfucking crucifix,

Nailed to your lies, ain't no coming back, bitch.

Your name getting burned, etched deep in the script,

Rewrite your legacy, chalked out in a ditch.

Your name ain't worth shit, just whispers in the wind,

All that Twitter talk, but you fold when I spin.

Catch your bitch ass outside, watch you cry like a kid,

Turn your street rep to a myth that never lived.

Your mom should've swallowed, your dad should’ve ran,

The world’s stuck with a half-built man.

Your whole fucking career like a failed exam,

Tryna test me? I turn A’s into F’s, goddamn.

This ain't rap, this your motherfucking crucifix,

Nailed to your lies, ain't no coming back, bitch.

Your name getting burned, etched deep in the script,

Rewrite your legacy, chalked out in a ditch.

Homies just puppets, they dance when I pull,

Whole clique full of sheep, man, your squad is a joke.

Ego got stabbed, now you leaking out full,

Left your pride in the mud, watch it choke on the smoke.

Pissed on your name, let it soak in the dirt,

Your grave ain't deep, just a puddle of hurt.

Life ain't a movie, it’s a blooper reel,

Every scene you exist in, I fucking steal.

[Solo]

(Instrumental teardown, a deep bass that echoes,

A rhythm that haunts your soul and brings it close.)

[Key Change]

Bitch, you a stain the world wanna clean,

Your existence is a failed fucking dream.

Even hell don’t want you,