Yo, Jetbits? More like glitchbits, always off track,
Talkin' code like you’re top-tier, but it’s all just slack.
You flex digital like you’re something to be feared,
But your system’s so slow, it's practically disappeared.

Your team? Please, they’re just bots with a mask,
No heart in your squad, just pixels in a flask.
You act like you're royalty, but you're king of the trash,
All your hype’s a mirage, and it’s fading real fast.


Jetlagged, crashed, y’all stuck on the same track,
Tryna move bits but your whole game’s whack.
Digital dreams with bugs in the code,
You’re just the glitch in the system, I’m the mode.

(Verse 2)
You’re running in circles while I’m breakin' the mold,
I’m out here stackin' cash, you still stuck in old.
Fake flex, fake fame, fake network clout,
One error in your script and you’re outta the bout.

Tried to build a brand? More like a cardboard shack,
You talk a big game, but it’s all just crack.
From your logic to your jargon, it’s all second-rate,
You ain't future-proof — you’re just lagging behind the gate.