(Verse 1)
Yo, it’s time to call out Armando,
Thinks he’s the king, but he’s lost in the bando,
Flexin’ online, but he’s stuck in a grind,
Claimin’ that he’s hustlin’, but his hustle’s blind.
Wanna be cool, but you’re still in the shade,
With those dad jokes, you should get them upgraded.
Got that swagger, but it’s all just a show,
Time to wake up, bro, we all know you’re slow.
(Chorus)
Armando and Jayden, think they’re the best,
But I’m spittin’ fire, puttin’ you to the test.
Step to the mic, but you can’t step to me,
Just two wannabes, I’m the real VIP.
(Verse 2)
Now Jayden’s in the mix, thinks he’s got the style,
But your fashion’s so dated, man, we havin’ a trial.
Lookin’ like a meme straight outta 2010,
You’re stuck in the past, need a new wardrobe, friend.
Claimin’ you’re a legend, but where’s your fanbase?
Just a couple of crickets, can’t keep up with the pace.
Your rhymes are so weak, I’m not even impressed,
I could write better bars while takin’ a rest.
(Chorus)
Armando and Jayden, think they’re the best,
But I’m spittin’ fire, puttin’ you to the test.
Step to the mic, but you can’t step to me,
Just two wannabes, I’m the real VIP.
(Outro)
So here’s the truth, listen up, don’t forget,
You’re my boys, but I’m your lyrical threat.
A little friendly fire, but we’ll laugh in the end,
Bringin’ heat to the game, just your boy and his pen.