Don’t look at me. I’m already gone. They call it mid, say “take it down” Cool, go talk that in your lil’ group chat town You chase that look, you chase that check I’m off that, don’t @ me, don’t “what’s next?” You post for proof, I move for real You love the hype, I love the feel Your “taste” just trends, then dips, then dies Same five fits, same dead-ass eyes You gate keep like it pays your rent Whole time you’re broke on confidence I don’t need cosigns, don’t need no cos’ I pop out raw, no “promo pose” Say I’m too much? Bet. Say I’m too loud? I’m quiet ‘til it’s time, then I shake the crowd You buy your aura, subscription plan I’m that “nah” you can’t understand Keep your curated cage keep your perfect stage I’m tearing out the final page I DON’T ASK FOR ROOM! Taste is dead, don’t tag my name I’m I don’t fit, I break your frame No green light, no “yes sir” I don’t behave, I make it worse I MAKE THE MESS! I CLAIM THE STRESS! Keep your rankings, keep your fame I don’t play, I bend the game Rhyme? Reason? Man, miss me with the sermon. I don’t paint, I stain I leave receipts in the frame Taste is dead, don’t tag my name I don’t fit, I break your frame No green light, no “yes sir” I don’t behave, I make it worse BACK UP.
