Final Move

Yeah…

Lil Dim…

Let’s get it.

You talk real loud,

but your bars real light,

Say you run the game,

but you out of sight.

I’m putting in work while you chasing the hype,

Every line I drop got the crowd saying,

“Aight.” You copy the wave,

I created the tide,

Talking like a king,

but there’s nowhere to hide.

You folding under pressure,

I can see through the pride,

I’m writing every chapter while you stuck on page five.

Checkmate, game over, that’s the headline,

You still trying to catch up,

I’m ahead of my time.

Every verse clean, every punchline lands,

Lil Dim on the mic,

now they all understand.

You chasing attention, I’m chasing respect,

I don’t gotta flex just to earn my check.

You swing with opinions,

I answer with facts,

Every track I finish puts another one on the stack.

You said you was next,

but you never showed proof,

I’m building from the ground while you stuck on the roof.

When the beat drops,

everybody knows the truth,

Lil Dim came hungry,

now I’m raising the roof.

No hate, just bars.

No lies, just skill.

If you want smoke in the booth,

You better come with something real.