You're Goin' Down

V6-WILD

Look, sitting in the server, acting like a patron saint Promising the newbies fame, but all your metrics taint You love the fresh blood, walking in with brand-new ears Tricking up their algorithms, feeding on their wildest fears Grooming little Suno kids to hand their master tracks away Telling 'em it’s industry standard, yeah, that's what you say "Just upload the MP3s, let me take the final mix" Man, you ain't a label, you a crook with empty kicks! I’ve been watching from the shadows, wearing twenty different faces Ghosting through the channels, popping up in hidden places You wouldn't be this paranoid, looking over every wall If you was playing straight and honest, never set to take a fall Now you sweating on the keyboard, wondering who I might be Could be anybody, anywhere, typing out the decree.

Think you're goin' down... yeah, your numbers up. You thought you pulled the wool over all of us. Think you're goin' down... got the receipts lined. Exposing every single con artist down the line. Think you're goin' down... yeah, your time is through. The Suno community is coming straight for you.

How long before you make the ultimate mistake? Inviting me right into your little cult and feeling fake? You send the invite link, thinking you secured your prey Not knowing that I’m documenting everything you say I got the chat logs, got the proofs, screenshotted the proof Ready to broadcast it globally, shouting out the truth You want the copyright? You want the WAV and MP3? You’re dealing with an artist who is built to set them free! Game on, sucker! You thought you could run the game? Now everybody's gonna know your dirty little name You can block me, you can ban me, delete the server text I already mirrored everything—what you gonna do next? Running like a coward when the spotlight hits your face Get out the community, you a disgrace to the place!

Yeah. Game on. You thought you could groom the new talent and slide away clean. I got your number. And your number's up. Exposing you fools one track at a time. Peace. You don't fuck with Rockstar.

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Yeah. Uh-huh. Check it. You thought you were slick in the Discord, didn't you? Tryna slide into the DMs. Talking about, "Hey man, I love your prompt work, let's collab, just drop the stems." Nah. I see right through the mask. What? You think you the puppet master? I can be anyone I want to be, any time I want to be. And your numbers up. Let’s talk about it. Look, sitting in the server, acting like a patron saint Promising the newbies fame, but all your metrics taint You love the fresh blood, walking in with brand-new ears Tricking up their algorithms, feeding on their wildest fears Grooming little Suno kids to hand their master tracks away Telling 'em it’s industry standard, yeah, that's what you say "Just upload the MP3s, let me take the final mix" Man, you ain't a label, you a crook with empty kicks! I’ve been watching from the shadows, wearing twenty different faces Ghosting through the channels, popping up in hidden places You wouldn't be this paranoid, looking over every wall If you was playing straight and honest, never set to take a fall Now you sweating on the keyboard, wondering who I might be Could be anybody, anywhere, typing out the decree. Think you're goin' down... yeah, your numbers up. You thought you pulled the wool over all of us. Think you're goin' down... got the receipts lined. Exposing every single con artist down the line. Think you're goin' down... yeah, your time is through. The Suno community is coming straight for you. How long before you make the ultimate mistake? Inviting me right into your little cult and feeling fake? You send the invite link, thinking you secured your prey Not knowing that I’m documenting everything you say I got the chat logs, got the proofs, screenshotted the proof Ready to broadcast it globally, shouting out the truth You want the copyright? You want the WAV and MP3? You’re dealing with an artist who is built to set them free! Game on, sucker! You thought you could run the game? Now everybody's gonna know your dirty little name You can block me, you can ban me, delete the server text I already mirrored everything—what you gonna do next? Running like a coward when the spotlight hits your face Get out the community, you a disgrace to the place! Yeah. Game on. You thought you could groom the new talent and slide away clean. I got your number. And your number's up. Exposing you fools one track at a time. Peace. You don't fuck with Rockstar.

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