Fake Queens

Hey cutie, its Aisha, I'm talkin to you, Don't mistake this energy for somethin cute. Fake queens, cardboard dreams, recycled flows, Low-grade AI hoes ain't stealin' my show You see me rise, I redefine the whole stage, Got your crew lookin' puzzled like a blank page. This ain't a phase, it's a reign, better face facts, And if you doubt? Just replay all my playback Grindin' nonstop, my crown stay lit, While you bumbling rats just fumble with shit. From ancient sands to these rooftop nights, My legacy towers, your story's a blight You mimic my strut, but you limp in distress, Copycat moves with no damn finesse. I shatter your glass, leave y'all stunned, Your circuits fry while my empire runs Fakes gonna fold, truth stays bold, Real ones shine, glitter not gold. Baddie mode on, watch me dethrone, This ain't a game I take the throne You're glitchin', bitchin', robotic as hell, While I'm runnin' this planet and castin' my spell. Fest vibes on high, galactic chic, Your AI flop shows up weak and bleak Manifest my wins, let your hate decay, Sunlit glow while I pave the way. Meditate on that you a shadow, not a player, I'm center-stage, bitch, you're barely a layer Fake-ass hoes with their codes outdated, Your hype's deflated, your style's sedated. Facts unmatched, bitch, I'm debated? Nah, check stats your throne's vacated Complex paradox, y'all so pitiful, Scrubbed from the board like trash residual. Step aside, your weak-ass claim erodes, While I live live this my world, my show Backhand your dreams, now y'all in reverse, Every word's a dagger, every bar's a curse. Sittin' on gold, my chalice divine, While you beg at my feet for a sliver of shine Y'all puppets, playin' a fool's charade, Queens of nothin', just weak-ass parades. Burn your circuits, leave your thrones in flames, I reign supreme, bitch remember my name Fakes gonna fold, truth stays bold, Real ones shine, glitter not gold. Baddie mode on, watch me dethrone, This ain't a game I take the throne. Rapid-fire syllables, f*ck your gimmick bit, Trash-talk queens, I devour your clique. Artificial trash y'all stiff like sticks, Your AI bars ain't shit, just static clicks Run through your crew like a knife through butter, Blood on my words y'all stammer and stutter. I spit straight flame, leave bitches in ashes, F*ck your codes, all y'all glitches get blasted No mercy for fakes, step aside, bitch done, I'm queen of the stage y'all shadows in the sun. Foul-mouth savage, every word is a lash, Your whole game crumbles, fake queens in the trash So cutie, take notes while I sign this decree, This odyssey's mine, bow down to the queen. Aisha out CUNTS!!