(Intro - Rapid, aggressive)\nYo A----, let me manage this damage, I’m savage,\nYou vanish in panic, I brand it, volcanic.\n\n(Verse 1 - Fast, fiery delivery)\nTalkin’ big game but your frame too small,\nEven your picture can’t stand, keeps fallin’ off the wall.\nMommy issues, daddy vanished, tragic habits in the attic,\nGrabbing food off a shadow with a shallow echo, hollow bellow.\nFake tough, but your ego paper-thin like jello.\nTryna steal my snacks, stack lies in your act,\nBut the only thing you ever owned was insecurity unpacked.\n\n(Pre-Chorus - Punchy, rhythmic)\nYou threw fists at the wall 'cause you couldn't face the mirror,\nEvery crack just reflects that your flaws gettin' clearer.\nHome problems? Nah don't use that as a cloak,\nPlenty of us got pain, but we don't spread it as a joke.\n\n(Chorus - Bold, anthemic with energetic K-Pop hooks)\nI'm the shadow of your past and I already won,\nSee, I cook bars gourmet, y’all stuck on scraps, son.\nGod’s Menu flow Michelin, while you snackin’ on caps,\nYou bite what you can’t chew, try to drown in my sea,\nI’m a storm in a verse you just debris.\n\n(Verse 2 - Rapid-fire, Eminem-inspired flow)\nThe parasite, problem child prototype,\nTryna fight with words but you scribble in a broken mic.\nYou stole snacks, backpacks, even lies from the air,\nBut respect ain’t somethin’ you could ever steal or wear.\nPortrait slidin’ down the wall yeah, gravity’s fed up,\nEven frames reject the shame that your ego keepin’ head-up.\n\n(Bridge - Spicy, sharp articulation)\nTongue-twistin', wrist-flippin', spit-rippin' this rhythm,\nWhile you choke on your venom, self-prison, no vision.\nJealousy taller than your height, skyscraper spite,\nBut a mind so dim it couldn’t light a night-light.\nBack to A--- tantrum queen of the hall,\nMade up stories so fake they should hang in a mall.\n\n(Chorus - Powerfully delivered)\nI'm the shadow of your past and I already won,\nSee, I cook bars gourmet, y’all stuck on scraps, son.\nGod’s Menu flow Michelin, while you snackin’ on caps,\nYou bite what you can’t chew, try to drown in my sea,\nI’m a storm in a verse you just debris.\n\n(Outro - Confident, biting)\nSo take your envy, your issues, your crew full of frauds,\nI'm the menu, the main course, you're just crumbs to the gods.\nNo dessert on your plate, just karma you ate,\nIn this rap game, I’m the fire, you’re the smoke I create.