Glogo - Disstrack SZN (P. Diddy Edition) (feat. Tunin) Lyrics

(Yeah you heard it) (Glogo on the flow)
(YO TUNIN ON THA BEAT)
Yo, P. Diddy, what happened to your name?
Thought you were the king, now you just a brand with no flame.
You puffin' on that air like it gives you realness,
But we see through the smoke, you just a business.
Started from the bottom, now you only in the mix,
Poppin' bottles, flexin' hard, like that's gonna fix
The lack of realness in your bars, man, it's tragic,
Used to be hip-hop gold, now you just plastic.
How you gonna shake the game when you ain't even in it?
Making all this paper, but your essence is diminished.
You claim you the boss, but that's a false label,
Your empire's built on glitter, don't feed me that fable.
Used to be the bad boy, now you just bad at it,
Tryna make a comeback, but it's all just theatrics.
And let's talk about the artists you've had in the past,
Like ghosts in the machine, they were never meant to last.
Biggie's gone, and you still tryna ride that wave,
But your legacy's fading, like a coward in a grave.
You ride the coattails of legends, man, it's sloppy,
P. Diddy, the puppet, we see you, no copy.
Paying homage to the ones who paved the way,
But you pocketed the profits while they struggled to stay.
Cash, money, all the bling that you flaunt,
Tell me what you've done for the culture, and I'll haunt.
Diddy, where you at? Man, you outta touch,
Dancing 'round the truth, but it ain't adding up much.
You're more like a shadow, in this game of light,
While the real ones rise, you just fade outta sight.
Makin' hits for the radio, but where's the soul?
Your music's like a vacuum; it don't make me whole.
You tried to build an empire, but it's crumbling slow,
A flashy facade, man, this ain't your show.
Diddy, stop flaunting, like you got the Midas touch,
But your golden boy's lost, man, you ain't that clutch.
You still living in the past, can't evolve with the times,
Like a relic in a museum, your style barely rhymes.
I see you in the clubs, shaking hands with the fake,
All about your image, but what's really at stake?
You lost the essence of the game that you claim,
All about the money, now it's just a shame.
You had your crew, yeah, but now where they at?
Fell off like autumn leaves, just a flat whack.
You're about the fame, but where's the respect?
In a world full of wolves, you just the tech.
Chasin' trends like a dog, yo, that's a sad reflection,
While we grind hard for art, you just seek perfection.
Remember when Bad Boy was the sound of the streets?
Now it's just a label with a history that bleaks.
You had the charisma, but the vision fell short,
Running circles 'round the block, but you ain't made a court.
You chase after ghosts, like you haunted by the past,
Can't catch up to the future, man, that sail's long cast.
Your fashion lines flop, your shows lose their flair,
You riding past the truth like you just don't care.
But let me tell you something, the world won't forget,
The way you fell off, it's like a true reset.
So P. Diddy, take a step back, realign,
Reflect on your legacy and what's left behind.
You built an empire, yeah, but at what cost?
When the heart's not in it, my dude, you're lost.
It's rap evolution, we keep it alive,
While you're out there playin', we strive to survive.
So here's the message as I spit my last line,
It's not just about the paper; it's about the grind.