[Verse 1] I hit upload, you hit refresh, Then type like bitterness pays your rent. Cracked-screen judge with a borrowed stance, Calling every new tool some cheap advance. You hate AI music? Cool, move on. Why camp in the comments from dusk till dawn? Every paragraph reeks of a bruised little pride, You don't guard the gate—you just rust outside. I make what I want, I don't ask permission, You mistake your envy for a firm position. Same cold coffee, same tired complaint, Trying to look real while your argument ain't. I'm hands on the wheel when the software runs, Ideas still mine when the render gets done. If critique has weight, then put it on track; If all you brought is spite, take the whole thing back. [Chorus] If you got nothing to say, Keep my name out your mouth. All that noise, no point, Turn it down, cut it out. I build, you sneer, That's what this is about. If you got nothing to say, Keep my name out your mouth. [Verse 2] You call it soulless with a copy-paste phrase, Then chase cheap likes in the same old maze. Mad at the machine, but you aim at me, Like a tool wrote the hook and collected the fee. I chose every cut, every kick, every line, Every ugly guitar and the place it collides. You can hate the result—that's part of the deal, But envy in a costume still isn't real. You want me ashamed? Better wait your turn. I learned from the misses, let the bad takes burn. No velvet rope, no approved technique, Just a loud-ass record and a reason to speak. Your life looks cramped by the grudges you feed, Counting everybody else's clicks like beads. Say something sharp, say something that counts; Otherwise shut it and log the hell out. [Chorus] If you got nothing to say, Keep my name out your mouth. All that noise, no point, Turn it down, cut it out. I build, you sneer, That's what this is about. If you got nothing to say, Keep my name out your mouth. [Bridge] You don't own the pen. You don't own the sound. You don't get a crown For dragging people down. Bring facts—I listen. Bring spite—I bounce it. You built your whole identity Around what you denounced. [Final Chorus] If you got nothing to say, Keep my name out your mouth. All that noise, no point, Turn it down, cut it out. I build, you sneer, I put the next one out. If you got nothing to say, Keep my name out your mouth. Keep my name out your mouth.
