[Verse 1 — melodic rap] Compliments like currency — I check for counterfeits Pretty words don't buy a seat at tables that I built Read the room before they finish — I already felt the shift Flattery's a fog machine and I don't do the mist [Chorus] Mind over flatter, I see through the game Built different by design, not chasing your fame Every compliment's a currency I audit in real time Mind over flatter — the discernment is mine [Verse 2 — drill cadence] They gas you up to get proximity to your gift Watch who praises loudest right before they try to shift I built the gate myself so I decide who's in Knowing who belongs here is the sharpest discipline [Chorus] Mind over flatter, I see through the game Built different by design, not chasing your fame Every compliment's a currency I audit in real time Mind over flatter — the discernment is mine [Bridge — synth drops, spoken word over drill percussion] Flattery is the oldest tool they use on the powerful. I didn't come this far to be charmed out of what's mine. I know the difference between a fan and a leech — Both of them want something. Only one respects the reach. [Chorus] Mind over flatter, I see through the game Built different by design, not chasing your fame Every compliment's a currency I audit in real time Mind over flatter — the discernment is mine [Outro — arpeggiated synth fades] The discernment is mine. Always been mine.
