You a Demo, I'm the Album

Intro

Yeah, yeah, ayy, yuh

Skrrt, skrrt — check the tape, check the resume

(Watch me) ayy, ha

Verse

You sellin' hype in a plastic bag, I’m vintage pain — silk and grain

You claim king but your crown's costume jewelry, cheap in the rain

Talk tough on socials, keyboard warrior, caps lock rage

I’m the surgeon with the cut, you a cameo on someone else’s page

You recycle lines like you got no spine, same worn cliché

I rewrite the dictionary when I speak — syllables slay

You a glitch in the demo, sound like bad Wi-Fi, drop the stream

I turn stadiums into sermons, you a footnote in my dream

Your bars got no muscle, paper-thin, they fold at the seam

I’m heavy with the meaning, land the punch, hear the seam split clean

You chase clout like empty pockets chase the midnight scene

I got receipts, got heat, got plans, got a whole regime

You mimic moves, copy flows, that’s counterfeit on parade

I innovate the weaponry — words sharpened, blades made

You stuck on reruns, cartoon villain with a faded fade

I fast-forward past your chapter, I’m the author, renegade

You hustle for attention, I harvest loyalty like trade

You throw shade, I plant forests — watch the canopy cascade

You built on sand, I built on bedrock, foundations laid

You talentless like a mute trumpet tryna play jazz

I split lanes, take names, you lost maps like a broken GPS

You claim you feed the culture but you small change, pocket fluff

I run marathons on verses — you cough, get left, get dusted off

(Left, left) ayy

Chorus

You a demo, I'm the album, played out — I’m platinum

You a subplot, I’m the whole film, spotlight — I'm back then

You a rumor on the street, I'm the headline, actual facts

You a demo, I'm the album, played out — I’m platinum

You a demo, I'm the album, played out — I’m platinum

You a subplot, I’m the whole film, spotlight — I'm back then

You a rumor on the street, I'm the headline, actual facts

You a demo, I'm the album, played out — I’m platinum

Verse

I watch you attempt levitation, still stuck to the ground

Tryna trade in your ghost fame, but that paper’s counterfeit sound

You front like you climbed mountains, Instagram peaks — filtered snow

Real peaks got altitude and scars, you just posed for the show

You tweet threats like confetti — hollow, loud, no recoil

My lines build empires, yours got cracks in the soil

You a cameo at my party, leave before the encore

I’m the reason they replay lines, you the reason they ignore

You spit nursery rhymes, I deliver verdicts — jury, court

I move chess while you play checkers, thinking you quick-witted sport

Your crew’s a formation of statues, statues can’t move, can’t breathe

My squad’s the hurricane, made of wolves, watch 'em interweave

You bargain with perception, I trade in legacy and deed

Your clock ticks marketing, mine is craft, art, creed

You banking on a single season, harvest's thin, you wither

I plant seeds for