Jay Mantis

Your bars like knock-offs, mine designer savage—got your career in a chokehold, call it rhyme damage.

You flex with fake stacks, mock money like Monopoly — I speak in Benjamins, while your whole crew is stuck on poverty.

Your drip’s a mirage, fake brands in every post, while I’m stacking crypto like I’m doing the most.

🌍 Gaza’s starving, no food to score WFP’s empty, can’t give more 🕊️ Congo rebels cause deadly strife UN calls talks to protect life 💼 China warns G20 of a growth decline Trade wars rising, not a good sign 🔔 Notre Dame rings, hope restored Paris stands strong, hearts adored 🏳️‍🌈 Japan's court says love is right Same-sex marriage in freedom’s light 🇧🇼 Botswana’s change, Duma steps in Unity chants begin to spin 🏛️ Pompeii caps its tourist flow To guard the past, let culture grow

Your hype's as fake as your follows, all counterfeit clout bars. I'm the IRS for swagger, taxing you on your rap facade scars.