Mismatch

Intro

Grrah, grrah

Like—

Verse

Labib keep talkin’, I’m bored of the chatter

Every bar from him just don’t even matter

He swear he a threat but fold under pressure

Whole act cheap, couldn’t make it look lesser

Verse

He borrow personalities, switch every week

Tryna sound tough but his voice mad weak

Posts old pics like he really outside

Whole time everybody know he just hides

Chorus

Like wait—

He said he got motion? That’s comedy gold

Only thing movin’ is stories he told

Flex for the net but your chain look cold—

not icy, fake… probably plated in gold

Verse

Grrah

You got no lane, you rent one

Every track you drop sound dead on arrival

Your own boys laugh when your name come up

That gotta hurt more than any rival

Verse

He act like a king, can’t hold his own throne

Need five friends just to feel well known

Talk crazy online then leave me alone

Real tough guy never picks up the phone

Bridge

Like—

Your whole image glitchin’

Your whole story fiction

You want fame so bad

You’d lose with conviction

Outro

Grrah grrah

I don’t gotta yell, I already won

You do all that talk, still nobody stunned

You peaked in group chats, that’s where you from

Whole career over before it begun