Check The Scoreboard

Intro

Skrrt, skrrt — yeah, ayy (uh)

Lights down, mic up, one shot, no replay (nope)

Verse

You came with rented heat, I brought the thunderproof, (boom)

Your mirror said you big, I checked the footage — spoof, (watch)

Claim you cookin' classics, son, you sellin' boxed cereal, (crunch)

I serve whole meals, you ghostwrite for serial, (say what?)

Bench press your ego, it's light — zero flex, (uh)

Your flex is counterfeit, stamped with effects, (nah)

I write in capital, your lines in italics, (huh)

You cling to trend tags, I make the classics, (facts)

You talk about the throne like you paid rent on it, (please)

I bought the block, redesigned the blueprint, tenant's quit, (gone)

Your crew move like mannequins, plastic and posed, (freeze)

My team breathes timing, cadence composed, (real)

You chase clout like it's a coupon, clear the aisle, (scam)

I flip opportunities, stack 'em with a smile, (flip)

They whisper 'who's that?' — I answer with a soundtrack, (play)

You put a sticker on a crown, actin' like that, (nah)

Your verses got footprints where my shadow steps, (big)

You fake altitude with helium, I'm jet-set, (skrrt)

I cut through bad smoke, reveal the silhouette, (cut)

Your best line needs a border, mine's the internet, (boom)

Face it — you a short flick, I'm a feature film, (roll)

You got cameo bars, I'm the script that kills, (lights)

I build chapters, you post drafts, pins and likes, (click)

When the curtain drops, it's silence on your mic, (shh)

Chorus

Check the scoreboard — I ain't movin' from first place, (first place) (first place)

Check the scoreboard — I ain't movin' from first place, (first place) (first place)

Check the scoreboard — I ain't movin' from first place, (first place) (first place)

Check the scoreboard — I ain't movin' from first place, (first place) (first place)

Verse

You glam with borrowed flames, your smoke's a mirror show, (mirror)

I spark the original, leave scorch marks where I go, (burn)

Talk about the come-up — your stairs got missing steps, (uh)

I run marathons in lanes you can't prep, (run)

You rhyme for likes, I rhyme for tombstones, legacy, (long)

You rehearse applause, I collect memory, (mm)

You a one-hit echo with a borrow beat, (echo)

I write a hymn and the crowd repeat, repeat, repeat, (sing)

Your diss looks like a memo, stamped and signed by doubt, (stamp)

My reply's a hurricane — rearrange your route, (whoa)

You play the villain in a cheap disguise, (mask)

I cast the roles, director's eye — no lies, (cut)

You trade depth for tags, glossy but hollow, (hollow)

I drop anchors, ships follow, waves swallow, (splash)

Your timing's awkward, offbeat, amateur, (off)

I carry tempo, hit the downbeat, amateur, (check)

I turn whispers into headlines — run the marquee, (run it)

You read from a sheet, I'm the city, you the scenery, (scenic)

Face-to-face it's awkward, phone-off, real talk, (real)

When light