Fastlane Vendetta

You talk big, then freeze when the facts come near I’m the

receipt in the room,

make it crystal clear (uh) Name in your mouth like you payin’

my rent But your whole little story got holes and it bends

You a copy of a copy,

no spine in the print I just point at the timeline—watch everything

end

Backpedal, fast talk, can’t stand on a bar Try to spar with

a pro, now you crashin’ your car You said “proof,” I brought

folders, I’m calm, I’m precise One line from me turn your hype

into rice (yeah)

Say it with your chest—don’t hide in the blur

Every time you throw dirt,

I make diamonds occur

You wanted a moment,

I’m handing you one

Step in the light—let’s see what you’ve done (look)

Wild talk, weak pen,

you don’t live what you claim I don’t diss for the sport—I

put dates on your name Too fast,

too clean, you can’t catch what I said

One punch, then the room go silent—yeah,

dead (yeah)

You cherry-pick truth like it’s fruit in a tray Then cry “out

of context” when it don’t go your way You buy bots for

applause, I get love in the street Different kind of pressure when

you lookin’ at me Your “team” is a group chat,

mine really pull up

Your “bag” is a rumor,

my

work showin’ up You keep namin’ my name like it’s oxygen—fine I’ll

take every breath and turn it into a sign (hahaha)

Wild talk, weak pen,

you don’t live what you claim I don’t diss for the sport—I

put dates on your name Too fast,

too clean, you can’t catch what I said One punch,

then the room go silent—yeah,

dead (yeah, run

it back)

That’s it—close the book No more talk when the numbers look (uh)