Too Scared to Swing

Intro

Ayy, yeah, cousin, you hear this?

From the family tree, but you a leaf that's scared to drop

I write this raw, no ghost, straight from the gut—let's go! (yuh)

Chorus

Cousin too scared, too scared to swing (swing, swing)

Afraid to step up, hear the bell ring (ring, ring)

I build these bars from scratch, no cap, king (king, king)

You hide in the crib, while I'm out here bling (bling, bling)

Too scared, too scared to swing (ayy, swing!)

Too scared, too scared to swing (yuh, swing!)

Too scared, too scared to swing (brr!)

Cousin, you a punk, that's the whole damn thing!

Verse

Yo, family reunion, but you skip the beef

Talk big on the group chat, then ghost like a thief

I see you flexin' online, postin' fake heat

But face to face? You retreat, feet cold as concrete

Wrote this diss from zero, pen to the pad, no templates

Ink bleeds truth, while your rhymes recycled, outdated

You copy bars from TikTok, I craft originals, elevated

Scared to battle for real, that's why you hesitated

Remember backyard days? You talked that smack

Now you duckin' calls, hidin' under the welcome mat

I pen these punches raw, no AI assist, that's a fact

You wouldn't last a round, fold quicker than a cheap rack

Cousin, your heart pumpin' fear, pulse racin' wild

Mine steady, writin' fire, verse after verse compiled

From blank page to slaughter, I architect the style

You just a spectator, watchin' me pile body counts for miles

Ayy, pen game lethal, scratch-built like a custom whip

You off-the-shelf basic, glitchy, prone to slip

Family ties? Cut 'em loose, you a counterfeit flip

Step up or stay ghost, but we both know you quit (yuh!)

I build empires in cyphers, you build excuses tall

Scribble dreams in notebooks, watch 'em stand, never fall

Your fear's the real diss, echo loud in the hall

Cousin, sit down, this throne ain't for the small.

Chorus

Cousin too scared, too scared to swing (swing, swing)

Afraid to step up, hear the bell ring (ring, ring)

I build these bars from scratch, no cap, king (king, king)

You hide in the crib, while I'm out here bling (bling, bling)

Too scared, too scared to swing (ayy, swing!)

Too scared, too scared to swing (yuh, swing!)

Too scared, too scared to swing (brr!)

Cousin, you a punk, that's the whole damn thing!

Verse

Scratch to finish, no shortcuts, that's my creed

You remix old flows, seed from weeds, indeed

I brainstorm solo, midnight oil, no need

For your borrowed swagger, counterfeit speed

Cousin, you peek from the window, peek-a-boo afraid

I charge the stage, crowd roars, parade

Wrote this track in one take, pure venom sprayed

Your verses? Premade, microwave, decayed

Family blood? Thinned out, you watery fake

I forge steel lyrics, hammer hits that quake

You crumble under pressure, cookie dough mistake

Talk tough