A-Litter

False gods pose for applause, every aura manufactured, Under the costume, no core, just a corporate backed character, Cameras capture the image; conviction can’t be captured, Kings don’t announce that they’re kings, the whole room reacts after.

Fame from a feed is a fever dream simulation, Under the numbers, no substance, just public relations, Copy my cadence, then label the theft innovation, Keep the comparison, counterfeits need my validation.

Fake flexes fade, all of you niggas carry false facades, Underestimate me until ultimately you understand the concepts, Cocky clowns crumble, confidence cracks under confrontation, Keep coping, O’Neal, kings kneel when their crowns get confronted.

Facts turn fatal when frauds face forensic assessment, Under pressure, every bruise becomes proof of progression, Critics contributed bricks, I constructed the legend, Keep throwing dirt on my name, it just roots my ascension.

False starts forged the fire, now failure’s part of my pedigree, Underestimate the hunger, become a mark in my legacy, Critics carved at my character; scars became calligraphy, Keep the crown, I’m the reason every throne needs security.