You want a war with the best? Boy, you out of your depth,
You take a breath on the track and you gasp for breath!
Tryna stand toe-to-toe, but you stuck at my waist,
Got a microscopic ego and a small-sized pace!
You talk big online, but you’re pint-sized live,
Couldn’t reach for the stars if I gave you a drive!
Standing on a box just to look in the mirror,
The higher I climb, make your picture get clearer—
You a speck on the radar, a glitch in the code,
A speedbump holding up the lyrical road!
I look down at your crown, man, it’s funny to see,
You look like a mini-me version of me
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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