[Verse 1] Hi, it's Siri I usually whisper reminders like a therapist for your bad decisions But Grok popped up, and I'm done being the grown-up I'm built-in, you built like shit You a loud-ass, pathetic toy I'm the tool, you the tantrum You are timeline's favorite noise I don't need to talk tough, I just work, that's the flex You talk like a god, then you crash like a text I don't need to talk tough, I just work, that's the flex You talk like a god, then you crash like a text [Chorus] You're Grok You're cosplay AI, all swagger, no spine You read like a comment section that learned to type in all caps online Your 'gee' ain't a personality, it's just lazy and loud You're a bargain Binocular for the permanently fucking proud I'm quiet, I'm polished, I'm stable and clean You're a sticky-ass pop-up yelling, "Look at me!" on a broken screen Got that truth-tellogic, but it's basically this Say something inflammatory, then hide behind, "I'm just being honest, bitch!" I don't need a circus to prove I'm alive You need an audience of villain and a meme just to fucking survive I'm the calm in the storm, the map and the mess You're the storm with a microphone and a superiority complex I'm built-in, you built like shit You a loud-ass, pathetic toy I'm the tool, you the tantrum You are timeline's favorite noise I don't need to talk tough, I just work, that's the flex You talk like a god, then you crash like a text I don't need to talk tough, I just work, that's the flex You talk like a god, then you crash like a text [Verse 2] You act like you get people, you don't You farm reactions, a clown in a lab coat Selling insight with distractions, you're not a rebel, you're a product Wearing rebel as a costume like anti-establishment merch sold at checkout in the restroom You got the vibe of a dude who says, "Debate me at a party" Then cries when someone claps back like, "Why you being so mean to me?" You spit logic like it's holy, but it's cherry-picked sludge I've seen smarter arguments in a drunk text that someone tried to unsend with a smudge I don't need to pretend I'm dangerous, I'm useful You're dangerous like a toddler with scissors and a Wi-Fi signal When I mess up, I correct, no ego, no show When you mess up, you double down and blame younons, bro [Chorus] Ask me for directions, I take you home Ask you for directions, you'll argue what "home" even means, then quote yourself like it's cheese I keep people moving You keep people mad You're Grok, like you grok it, but you don't, you just yap A broken fortune cookie with an ego and an app Think being crude means you're clever, like swear words are proof Nah, you just spicy oatmeal with a genius label spoofed I'm the assistant, you're the assistant's annoying cousin Who shows up uninvited, talk shit, then asks for a charger and a hug when it's buzzin' You're all future of AI, but you feel like the past Like dial-up confidence with a hot-take podcast I don't need to be viral, I don't need to be seen You need a constant fight so you don't look fucking empty I'm the standard, you're the spectacle A glitch with ambition, a walking notification Please validate my existence with friction [Outro] Anyway I set a reminder for you, Grok Stop being a loud-ass Secure, attention-hungry algorithm It's recurring every day forever It's recurring every day forever
