Pressure Cooked

Ayy,

ayy, turn me up!

Junie Boler, what we doing?

Nah, somebody get bro…

LET'S GO!

Junie Boler, you ain't built for the pressure,

Talk like a king but your gameplay lesser.

Step in the room,

whole squad get quiet,

You talk that big talk,

but nobody buy it.

BOLER! BOLER! What happened to Junie?

All that tough talk,

now the jokes getting goofy.

I bring the heat when I step on the scene,

You the type to talk crazy then blame your whole team.

Ayy,

look, Junie, let's get one thing straight,

You walk in the lobby,

your ego too great.

You flex for the chat like you run the whole place,

But your own punchlines can't keep up with your pace.

I'm on that grind,

you just farming attention,

You want all the smoke,

better mention your intentions.

Your name in the title,

that's free promotion,

I'm making this diss while you type up an emoji.

808 BANG, let the bassline knock,

Junie got roasted, now he watching the clock.

You came for the crown,

but you ain't got a throne,

King of the excuses,

go claim that zone!

JUNIE BOLER, YOU AIN'T BUILT FOR THE PRESSURE!

TALK LIKE A KING BUT YOUR GAMEPLAY LESSER!

BASS GO BOOM, LET THE WHOLE BEAT SHAKE,

JUNIE GOT COOKED, PUT THE DISS ON REPLAY!

Ayy, somebody check on Junie… Nah,

don't check on him—check the scoreboard!

(hahaha) 808s out.

DISS OVER.