Wrote You Out

Wrote You Out

This ain’t a battle…
This a rewrite.
And I just took the pen.

You wrote a check your legacy can’t cash,
Spit sparks—cool, I spit volcanic ash.
You flex for screens—I flex in scars,
You stream for hype—I bleed in bars.

You got ghostwriters, I write ghosts,
You the loudest in rooms where real ones don’t post.
Talk like a king—built like a trend,
Your story? A loop.
I came to end.

You want smoke—I exhale sermons,
Every bar I drop closes curtains.
You said my name like it won’t bounce back?
Now every echo’s
A panic attack.

I didn’t kill you,
I wrote you out.
Buried the myth,
Erased the doubt.
You played tough
'Til truth came out—
Now you live in silence,
What’s that about?

Your buzz short-term, I’m built in lore,
You knock at the gates—I own the floor.
You speak in quotes—I speak in code,
My pen’s a scalpel—
Your soul just showed.

You climb charts? Cool. I climb minds,
You sell gimmicks—I sell timelines.
This ain’t just bars—it’s reclamation,
I’m what happens when patience meets detonation.

You post thirst traps—I trap in rhythm,
You mimic gods—I rap like wisdom.
You dropped diss tracks—I dropped dimensions,
And carved your fall…
With no redemption.

I didn’t kill you,
I wrote you out.
Buried the myth,
Erased the doubt.
You played tough
'Til truth came out—
Now you live in silence,
What’s that about?

You don’t exist here, not on my plane,
I stitched my pain into every flame.
You reached for me—I became the page,
Then folded your arc
And left the stage.

This ain’t revenge, this is clarity,
The day a name collapsed with no gravity.
No clapbacks, no second chance—
Just your ghost,
Doing a silence dance.

I didn’t need a hook.
I needed a shovel.
And I used it.