Port City Punk
MC Lyrical

Verse 1:
Yo, Ty from Port City, thought you was the man,
But you just a punk, countin' crumbs in the sand.
Lendin' you a crib, turned my kindness to a scam,
Gave you food on the plate, now you actin' like you fam.

You owe me stacks, but you runnin' from the truth,
Claiming you a dealer, but you ain't got the proof.
You a gopher for the goons, fetchin' playin' your role,
Livin' in the shadows, you can’t even control.

Chorus:
Ty, you a liar, a thief in disguise,
Talkin’ all that trash, but you know it’s all lies.
You be sellin’ dreams, but can’t pay your dues,
Port City punk, you know you gonna lose.

Verse 2:
You used to ride high, now you takin' the fall,
I gave you a crutch, but you just crawled.
Thought you was a boss, thought you had that swag,
But the only thing you pushin's just another sad brag.

You pretend to be tough, but it’s all for the clowns,
Livin' in my house just to wear my frowns.
Your side chick gettin' fed with my hard-earned dough,
You think you’re slick, but everybody know.

Chorus:
Ty, you a liar, a thief in disguise,
Talkin’ all that trash, but you know it’s all lies.
You be sellin’ dreams, but can’t pay your dues,
Port City punk, you know you gonna lose.

Bridge:
Watchin' you sink, it’s like anime flicks,
You spiral down, man, it’s a classic mix.
Used to be tight, now it’s pure resentment,
You a king on the block, but you lack the content.

Verse 3:
You roll like a king, but your throne's made of fake,
Cash in your pocket, but it’s all a mistake.
Caught in your stories, you fumbling your fate,
Ain't got the guts, man, you just a lightweight.

You dream of the hustle, talkin' grand master plan,
But your hustle game weaker than a one-legged stand.
I’m callin’ you out, time to pay up the price,
Ty, I ain’t a fool, you ain't cold as ice.

Outro:
Port City punk, you thought you could play,
But karma's a b****, and it’s comin' your way.
Each rhyme's a bullet, each bar's like a knife,
Ty, you forgot, this is real life, not a hype.