toothpick boy

Toothpick Target Yo, listen up, it’s the king of the block, Steppin' to me, man, you better watch your clock, Got no job, just chillin' with divorced ‘rents, Your life’s a joke, a weak little pretense. Wanna flex on me? You a toothpick thug, A rat lookin’ ass, you ain't got no love, No bitches ‘round ya, just the ghost of your pride, While I’m stackin’ cheddar, you hide and just cry. Your money’s fake, just a trust fund brat, I’m grindin’ daily, you just sittin’ on your ass, Thought you was hard, but you softer than clay, Airsoft soldier, but you never gettin' play. Drug sniffin’? Man, you ain't nothin' but a joke, While I’m makin’ moves, you just puffin’ on that smoke, Hitler lovin’? That shit ain’t surprising, Your mind’s so twisted, underestimating the rising. Step to me, you’ll get twisted like a pretzel, You’re a sidelined scrub while I’m blastin’ through metal, No bitches want ya, ’cause you look like a rat, While I’m out here spitting fire—where your heat at? I’m the GOAT, yeah, you just a little smear, Watch me run these streets; your whole crew shed a tear, You think you bad? Nah, you a wannabe, A toothpick with dreams, while I’m makin’ history. So take your soft ass back to your momma’s crib, This diss hits hard like a 9mm rib, I’m the real deal, and you just a cheap knock-off, Step back and watch while I take you all off. Toothpick target, man, you’re easy to shred, In this lyrical battlefield, I’m leavin’ you dead, Gonna bury you deep with your career like a snail, While I rise to the top, I’m the one who won’t fail.