[Verse 1] Don’t come around with that fake-ass grin, I can spot that from the door Talk loud in the group chat, quiet when the bills hit the floor You point at the mess like you didn’t help build it brick by brick Then act surprised when the room goes cold and the whole thing clicks You sell big talk with a small-town spine, all posture, no proof Every promise you make got a loose screw rattling in the roof I’m not mad, I’m just done with the spin, done with the show If you keep feeding the stunt, you’re the joke in the front row [Chorus] Don’t fuck the fucker who fucked the fucker That circle just keeps getting tighter and rougher Don’t buy the line if the line has a hook Don’t crown the clown and then act shocked when he took Don’t fuck the fucker who fucked the fucker That kind of noise always comes back tougher Look at the hands, look at the deal, look at the stain If you keep that door open, it walks in again [Verse 2] I read the room like a label on a jacket, torn at the seam Everybody wants clean hands while they’re knee-deep in the scheme You can’t clap for the thief and then pray for a miracle fix Can’t call it progress when the whole machine is built on tricks Look around this country, it’s all receipts and smoke Flags get waved by mouths that never carry the load Can’t talk unity while you pocket the cut Can’t sew it back together with your fist in the gut [Chorus] Don’t fuck the fucker who fucked the fucker That circle just keeps getting tighter and rougher Don’t buy the line if the line has a hook Don’t crown the clown and then act shocked when he took Don’t fuck the fucker who fucked the fucker That kind of noise always comes back tougher Look at the hands, look at the deal, look at the stain If you keep that door open, it walks in again [Bridge] Yeah, I know, it’s easier said than done When the room is full of sharks and everybody wants one But if you keep shaking hands with the same old rot You don’t get change, you get more of the plot So cut the script, kill the game, let the silence talk No more marching in a circle just to prove you can walk If the truth got teeth, let it bite, let it sting Sometimes the cleanest move is refusing the king [Final Chorus] Don’t fuck the fucker who fucked the fucker No, that loop just drags us under, rougher Don’t buy the line if the line has a hook Don’t crown the clown and then act shocked when he took Don’t fuck the fucker who fucked the fucker Break that chain before it gets much tougher Look at the hands, look at the deal, look at the stain If you keep that door open, it walks in again |end_edit|
