Real Slim

Verse

Yo, listen up, this isn’t a game I play,

You think you're the king? Nah, just a puppet on display,

Talk a big game, but your lyrics fall flat,

We all know the truth, you’re just a scared little brat.

You step to the mic, but can’t back up your claims,

Chasing clout like a dog, just playing these lame games,

I’m chopping through your facade like a knife through the trust,

Your bars are just whispers, while mine shatter the dust.

Verse

You flex on the 'Gram, but all I see is pretend,

A cardboard cutout, where does the real you end?

Living in a highlight reel, hiding from your lows,

While I’m crafting real stories, everybody knows.

You say you got the heat, but your flames barely flicker,

Lost in the smoke, while I’m pulling the trigger,

I’m a lyrical monster, you’re just chasing the trend,

While I’m becoming the storm, you’re a breeze in the end.

Verse

Check your stats, kid, all your streams bought and paid,

I’m building a legacy, while you’re just a charade,

Chasing after fame like it’s gold in a mine,

But stockpiling your views won’t put you on my line.

Step back, I’m the real Slim, don’t forget who’s the boss,

Got a throne in this kingdom, you’re just here for the gloss,

Every diss you throw bounces right off my skin,

I’m the truth in the booth, while you’re drowning in sin.

Verse

I’m the rap alchemist, turning beats into gold,

While you’re stuck in the past, your future’s feeling cold,

You thought you could step to me and take a piece of the throne?

But I’m the king of this castle – welcome to my zone.

So while you’re out here fronting, putting on a facade,

Remember there’s a price for every follow, every nod,

You can diss me all day, but you’re still in the dark,

I’m lighting up the scene, you’re just a flickering spark.

Verse

Get ready for the fallout when the realest collide,

You’re just a flash in the pan, I’ll be here for the ride,

So step aside, kid, before I put you on blast,

This ain’t just a warning, this is your funeral cast.