Who’s Talking?

[Verse 1: JMCEE & Young Gleason]
Fuck JMCEE, I don’t trust him like the lottery
“Quitting” my ass, he broke that promise like pottery
Him calling himself a rapper, that’s just mockery
So go ahead and quit JMCEE, I’m so enormous G

The only big thing about you is your Ego
You’re a big bad rapper, nah, big bad zero
Winning to me is like a game of 3-4
A few on my level, not many get near though

Hey, Fuck You! How was that even a reply?
You compliment yourself but you aren’t that guy
You copy JME like he’s your best friend
But I won’t fake this shit unlike a TikTok trend

I’m sorry Gleason? But which one of us herе is in charge?
You’re ordering mе around like I’m your wife, I ain’t Marge
Your rhymes are so simple, watch me pop off like a pimple
I’ll air this shit like dirty laundry or a broadcast, Jimmy Kimmel

What the fuck? That was a stupid conclusion
Getting rid of your face is the only solution
After this song, you’ll be poor, destitution
So fuck off JMCEE, let this be the resolution
Man, you think you're funny? You ain’t Stephen Tries
Your bars are fucking disgusting like greasy fries
Man I’m essential to this damn scene like a protein
You was on porn hub watchin’ “pro teens”, oh jheez. (I’m done)