Listen

[Verse 1] Listen, I didn't come to make peace; I came to burn bridges. You’re all posturing, but underneath, it’s just hollow crutches. Your talk is cheap trash; my flow is forged steel. You deflate mid-sentence like a punctured tire. I see you trembling when I walk into the room; You try to act like a beast, but I see right through you. Your mug is a punchline; your success is just dust. You scream about your "weight," but you’re rotten to the core. You wanted to be dangerous? You’re a neighborhood joke. Your mouth is a dumpster; your fame is a void. I hit you with facts like bricks to the forehead; You’ll burn up from your own words—just cheap hype. [Pre-Chorus] Go on, jump higher—if you’ve got the guts, But remember: here, the truth cuts without an axe. You tried to get under my skin—and got hit back; I break guys like you, and I only need the spotlight. [Chorus] Who’s the tough guy? I am. Who’s in the game? I am. You’re as hollow as your posturing; I’m a heavy blow to the jaw. Who’s the tough guy? I am. Who’s in the game? I am. You’re drowning in your own bullshit; I’m standing at the limit. [Verse 2] You mold a crown out of mud, but it’s a crown of shit; Your character is a crack; your truth is silence. You hoard grudges for years, but I spit in their face; Your "brotherly" words are a tattered rag, not a bond. I carry this heat like a wildfire through dry grass; You wanted to be a predator? You don't even register. I don't need your style, your trash talk, your cheap charade; In my verse, you’re just a flickering light dying out in the ash. Your crew is nothing but air; your whole act is just smoke; I’m winning this fight solo—you’re just a joke. You scream that you’re a beast, but there’s fear in your eyes; I tear this stage apart, leaving you nothing but dust. [Bridge] Quiet. Hear that? This is the end for you. I don’t argue with the void; I seal its fate. [Final Chorus] Who’s the real deal? I am. Who’s in the game? I am. You’re as hollow as your posturing; I hit like a sledgehammer. Who’s the real deal? I am. Who’s in the game? I am. You’re choking on your own bullshit; I’m pushing to the limit.