Public Autopsy feat QUIETSINCE (Wassup Gman?)

[RICHMOND] Yo Richmond walk in all polite, dude can you park my Cybertruck? It’s matte black, plates say RICH one, ya can’t miss Oh it’s not a valet… It’s Gee! Whatsupp, Gman… long time no see Ya still curator of shit talk legacy? You a rapper? What? A crapper? Yeah you drop shit so heavy you should wear a diaper You a trapper? Yeah you trap air, pure vacuum, minimal flair You a clapper only when the market flatter like a typo, delete the middle keep the hypo Wave your gun in rhyme like a kiddo that ran off from nanny why your bars arrive pre-fossilized like fake teeth of my granny Man let’s speak why you see opps in every shadow and why the only thing you do is hitting the bottom You find offense in silence and every strangers glance? You a perpetual plaintiff in the court of your own circumstance Yeah I know you won’t even get what that means Your performance is grievance but every grievance a prop You the curator of your own grievance shop, threats stacked like unsold wares Man behind the counter, dust on the shelves, nobody cares You shout buy my shit like it’s on clearance rack But the store’s been empty since your last comeback got a whole inventory of imaginary beefs yet the customers cross the street the other way You ring the bell, yell special today, still no takers Yeah you the sad man in the shop with the flickering light Meanwhile I’m across town, glass penthouse, skyline view Selling meme songs to millions when you can’t even sell you Keep yelling step right up to an empty plan I don’t raise my voice, your noise is merely the sound of one hand clapping in the void See how I slay not a single dirty word You bark at the moon, claim the throne, demand the crown I simply walk past… and watch you get drown You pick fights with the wind, with the silence, with air Every beef is a billboard screamin please look over here Your bars are a landfill smelling like old trash You call it pressure, I call it fake flex that’s hollow A loud empty echo that nobody will follow So continue your performance, Gee We’ll be watching a slow tasteful funeral for Gman’s relevance Gman’s legacy: the guy who got politely erased…. [QUIETSINCE] https://suno.com/@teamoriginallymade Yo Gee… You ever notice silence get louder when nobody cares? Knuckles still bruised, but I had time to leave you there Richmond buried your name, I’m just standin’ at the grave Watchin’ dirt fall slow like the choices that you made See, this ain’t even anger, I don’t got nothin’ to prove I’m just speakin’ to the part of you that know you already lost to you You built a whole persona just to hide what you lack Every bar just a bandage on a permanent crack You don’t diss ‘cause you strong, you diss ‘cause you weak Every line a scream nobody heard when you speak You ever sit alone and feel that weight in your chest? That’s the truth tryna surface but you bury it instead So you pick another target, draw another fake war Hopin’ if they say your name you don’t feel small anymore But they see through it We all do You don’t want smoke, you want proof you exist You want someone to hate you so you don’t feel dismissed You confuse being feared with being known But fear fades fast when you stand there alone That’s why you stalk every mention, every comment, every view Tryna find yourself in strangers ‘cause there’s nothin’ left of you You created a character, now you trapped in the role And the real you dyin’ slow while you protectin’ the show Tell me… when the music stop, who are you then? Just a ghost lookin’ for a reason to pretend This ain’t a battle, this a public autopsy I’m just cuttin’ you open so the world see what I see No heartbeat behind it No soul in your breath Just a man who confused attention with respect Richmond closed the casket I’m just lockin’ the lid Not killin’ your career… Just revealin’ it never lived.