Even if THE HYPE IS REAL, this bitch is still fake
You say you hard but u sweet and soft like homemade cake
Pursuing a text career was ya first big mistake
Cuz whatever talent you posess, i'm bout to straight take
Piece by piece, and i'll start with ya name
You hidin behind HYPE because you got no skill range
Real niggas let they lyrics to all the shit talkin
Only talentless whores rely on they alias for mic rockin
You got an inflated ego kid, and i'm the reality pin
I'm here to bust your bubble and stomp you till you thin
You was runnin all that noise up in bitch slapped
Now you eatin yo words cuz you got lyrically clapped
I'll put the cover on you since i just rocked you to sleep
Ate you up digested you and now you a steamin heap