(Intro – Spoken) Yeah... This one's for every loudmouth Saying, "It's just a fucking prompt." If that's true... Why the fuck are you still listening? Every time I drop, you're first up in the comments, Talking all that shit like you're onto something. "It's fake." "It's cheating." "It ain't real art." Same tired bullshit... Different fucking day. You think one prompt, One click, One upload, That's all there is. You don't see twenty rewrites. You don't see the tracks that got binned. You don't see the edits, The mixing, The mastering, The hours spent chasing a feeling that finally sticks. You judge the finish. You never saw the fucking work. You keep screaming, "Anybody can do this." Then why the fuck don't you? Trollin'... You're hatin'... Tryin' to catch me writin' filthy. Scrollin'... Still cryin'... Wishin' you could catch me slippin'. Trollin'... Still hatin'... Judging something you never lived in. Keep talkin'... I'm laughin'... Every click just keeps me winnin'. You came for Shanie... Bitch, bad idea. Thought she'd quit. Thought she'd break. Instead she dropped another track While you were still bitching. Then you came for the rest of us, Every AI artist you could find. Calling us frauds. Calling us talentless. Talking like you know the grind. You don't know shit. You see the result... Not the process. You hear three minutes. We lived through three hundred versions. If it's really that fucking easy... Where the fuck are your songs? Trollin'... You're hatin'... Tryin' to catch me writin' filthy. Scrollin'... Still cryin'... Wishin' you could catch me slippin'. Trollin'... Still hatin'... Mouth full of bullshit, can't admit it. Keep talkin'... Keep doubting... But you can't stop what we're building. You say, "It's only prompts." Bullshit. A prompt don't write taste. A prompt don't make decisions. A prompt don't know when something fucking sucks. The tool's in our hands. We shape it. We break it. We rebuild it. Again. And again. Until it finally sounds right. That's the part your loud mouth never talks about bitch. Trollin'... You're hatin'... Tryin' to catch me writin' filthy. Still scrollin'... Still cryin'... Still hoping you'll finally catch me slippin'. Trollin'... Keep hatin'... Still saying it's one damn button. Keep talking... Keep guessing... Then we'll press that fucking button. Keep talking. We'll keep creating. We'll keep dropping. And you'll still be in the comments... Watching every... Single... Fucking... Release. Hahahaha Tru...Fuckin...Supreme... Bitch...
