RnC

Yo, RnC, you think you bad, but lemme break ya,

Your flow so weak, boy, I could shake ya like a quaker.

I’m spittin’ bars so hard, they like bricks in the face,

You sound like a joke, but this ain’t no comedy space.

 

Hook lookin’ like somethin’ I couldn’t pay a dime,

Your rhymes hit soft, you be losin’ every time.

Only flexin’ you do is on Instagram, fake,

I’m the real deal, you just makin’ noise, no stakes.

 

I got the grind that’s gon’ make your crew fall back,

You wish you had my style; man, your flow’s all whack.

Can’t rhyme to save your life, better start building dreams,

Got a head full of nonsense, no real rap schemes.

 

You actin’ like a thug but you ain't got the heart,

I’m a beast in this game, tearing rappers apart.

While you beg for clout, I’m stacking up my respect,

Your currency is fake, boy, I got that intellect.

 

You a wannabe G, but I see through your facade,

Like a meme that’s outdated, man, I’m spittin’ real hard.

I’m the king on this block while you just a street rat,

Talkin' big boy talk, but you soundin' like a brat.

 

So come at me, little man, I’ll leave you in the dust,

Your career’s a joke; without me, there’s no trust.

I’m the chef in this kitchen, you just watch me bake,

Raisin’ dough while you flail, man, you just a mistake.

 

This is RnC's wake-up call, take it to the bank,

Another clown in the ring, and I’m givin’ you thanks.

You think you a player? Nah, you sit on the bench,

While I’m cuttin’ through the game like a hot knife, no wrench.

 

So next time you step, think before you unleash,

When you hear my name, just know I devour and feast.

I’m the real deal, buddy; fact ain’t nothin’ but love,

But I’m comin’ for your spot, ‘bout to send you above!