I’m done YourFavouriteShady

[Intro]
Man, fuck this, I'm done
Had enough of the fakes, their games, they ain't the one
God, go fuck a bar, sit down, let me speak to you in facts
Truth is, nowadays I'm not really one to rap
But

[Verse 1:YourfavouriteShady]
Trying to add up to me? You just equal zero, no relation
Your bars weak, like a crumpled citation
I'm on a different level, a whole new elevation
Your rhymes hit the ground, mine reach constellations

Had enough of (Redacted) fakin' their way through
They think they're top-tier, but it ain't true
I'm stepping up the game while they remain askew
Bitch keep fakin', but my vision's now askew

[Verse 2:YourfavouriteShady]
Shooting off at y'all like I got a hitscan
Bars on head like I'm Hitman
I ain't here to play, I ain't here to pretend
Tired of these bitches, no need to defend

I'm on another level, it's a different plane
It's like you're playing checkers while I'm in a chess game
You may have the hype, but you're all the same
Hollow words and empty rhymes, it's such a damn shame