[ Male voice:deep,tough] [Female voice: powerful, tough] (Verse 1)[voice:male] You strut in the room like the air owes you rent Nose so high you smell your own entitlement Callin’ my work “cute,” like you invented the brush Dry strokes on canvas, no soul, no rush You post, you pose, you beg for the likes While real ones bleed color into the night Who the fuck are you? Crown made of filters and fraud, put your overpriced boots on one foot at a time, my God (Pre-chorus)[voice:male and female] You need an umbrella when it rains Same as ones you step over, nothin’ changed But you drip disdain like it’s high fashion Judgin’ others work without compassion [into the next chorus, louder][voice:male] Who the fuck are you anyway? Same zipper, same shoes, same game i aint gonna play (Chorus)[voice:male and female] Fuck you and your curated throne I’ll keep my style, you keep your phone Chasin’ that backwards algorithm for fame Fake-ass halo, no one knows your name If you were half as good as you swear you are Your shit would be hangin’ in the Louvre, not some pop-up bar (Bridge – extended)[voice:female] You can keep the white cube and the cold critique I’ll keep the fire, the dirt underneath my feet You need an umbrella for a couple drops of truth I dance in the downpour, still bulletproof Go ahead, curate your silence, polish your void I’m the voice in the alley that can’t be destroyed Your empire’s a filter, mine’s a knife in the ribs When the lights all go out, tell me who really lives You’ll fade with the feed when the servers go black I’ll still be burning when the light comes back So clutch your credentials, whisper your worth I was born in the mud, I’ll die painting the earth (Verse 2)[voice:male] You take, never give, just a black hole in frames Expect fresh lips kissin’ the ass of your “brand” Talk down on dreamers while you copy and paste Originality left your body without a trace Mirror, mirror on the feed—who’s the fairest of them all? Just a hollow reflection waitin’ for the next call Keep scrollin’, keep sellin’ that vacant-eyed grin I’d rather die real than live like you win (Bridge)[voice:female] One day the likes will dry up, the clout will rot You’ll stand in the rain with the rest of us, shocked No blue check shield, no ring-light glow Just a regular human, scared and alone [into the next chorus][voice:male] Who the fuck are you anyway? Same zipper, same shoes, same name that you cant say (Verse 3)[voice:female] You gatekeep the light like you invented the spark Talk “revolutionary” while you copy the dark Same three shades of beige, call it “minimal grace” I see the fear in your lines, coward painted on your face You sell your soul in installments for a verified check I give mine away raw, no receipt, no respect Keep your blue-chip dreams and your sterile applause I’m out here in the storm, breakin’ every damn law [straight back into final chorus, louder] Who the fuck are you anyway? Same zipper, same shoes, same rain that ruins your day… (Pre-chorus)[voice:male] You need an umbrella when it rains Same as ones you step over, nothin’ changed Mirror, mirror on the feed—who’s the fairest of them all? Just a hollow reflection waitin’ for the next call (Chorus)[voice:male and female] Fuck you and your curated throne I’ll keep my style, you keep your phone Chasin’ that backwards algorithm for fame Fake-ass halo, no one knows your name If you were half as good as you swear you are Your shit would be hangin’ in the Louvre, not some pop-up bar (Verse 4)[voice:male] Talk about “process” like you ever got dirty Hands stay clean while you rob the unworthy I’m out in the storm, paint runnin’ down my face You’re in the gallery sippin’ on safe Your ego’s a balloon, one pin and it’s gone Mine’s carved in the concrete you’re scared to walk on (Final Chorus)[voice:male and female] Fuck you and your hollow crown I’ll keep my fire, you keep your crowd Let the algorithm bury you in its grave I’ll still be paintin’ long after you fade If you were so talented, tell me true Why ain’t nobody hangin’ you? Yeah, why ain’t nobody hangin’ you? [Outro – cold laugh] Yeah… keep chasing that backwards algorithm, king. We’ll see whose art outlives the trend. [random beats] you put your pants on bitch, One leg at a time Just like me.
