[Verse 1 — 16 bars] Born with a burden, a verdict before I could walk, Every corner I turned had a chorus of talk. “Better watch how you move, don’t be breaking the law, Don’t embarrass the name, keep it straight, play along.” I was chained to the doubt like a dog to a stake, Till I snapped off the leash and I saw it was fake. They were loud in the crowd but they’re quiet when faced, Never lived in my skin, never ran in my place. I was stuck in their script, it was killing my lines, Till I flipped the whole plot, now the pen is all mine. They can gossip in groups, they can whisper and whine, But they’re nameless to me, just a blur in my mind. [Hook] Who pays my dues? Not a single one’s name. Who fuels my drive? Not a drop of their flame. So I spit at the fear that was holding me chained, ‘Cause the question is clear: who the hell are they? ⸻ [Chorus — 4 bars] Who are they? Can’t name one face, Living rent-free, I’m evicting that space. Who are they? No stake, no claim, I own my path, I define my name. ⸻ [Verse 2 — 16 bars] Every “what will they think?” was a brick in the wall, Till I tore it apart and I leveled it all. They don’t bleed when I break, they don’t answer my call, But they’re quick with a laugh when they hope that I fall. I was raised on approval, addicted to nods, But the rush was a drug and it kept me in fogs. Now I cut off the cord, I’m not chasing applause, Every flaw they describe is just fuel for my cause. If they’re not in the fight, they don’t get a review, If they’re not on the grind, they don’t tell me what’s true. If they’re not on the line, they can’t say what I do, If they’re not in my shoes, they can’t fill up the view. So I bury the noise, I’m immune to the weight, Every doubt they created gets flipped to create. Let ’em chatter all day, I won’t carry that freight, I don’t answer to “them,” I’m the one at the gate. ⸻ [Chorus — 4 bars] Who are they? Can’t name one face, Living rent-free, I’m evicting that space. Who are they? No stake, no claim, I own my path, I define my name. ⸻ [Bridge — 8 bars] They don’t pay my bills, they don’t heal my scars, They don’t drive my wheels, they don’t fuel my bars. They don’t break my chains, they don’t fight my fight, They don’t burn my days, they don’t lose my nights. They don’t lift my hands when I’m pushed to the ground, They don’t build my plans, they just circle around. So I cut that cord, let the parasites fade, And the title’s the answer: Who are they? ⸻ [Final Chorus — 4 bars] Who are they? Can’t name one face, Living rent-free, I’m evicting that space. Who are they? No stake, no claim, I own my path, I define my name.
