I'm Out

Written & produced by Sheekah & 5ive 💛✨️‼️ *I say how I feel and do not care who likes it. Take that up with God, not me. * (Intro) This ain’t for no one in particular, But if you feel some type of way… It’s for you then Verse Let’s talk about this fake-ass shit online Thousand likes on a song that sound like AI crying Bar’s don’t make sense, flow weaker than a bitch But y’all in the comments like "this shit hard as shit!" Nah, you only pressed like ‘cause she followed you back Commented on your garbage, now you reciprocating that Talent? Where? I don’t see none of that Just a circle jerk of soft ass niggas patting backs Suno got y’all sounding like a robot giving birth Weak-ass models, no soul, no grit, no worth Platform suppress real talent, feed you the same Cookie cutter trash with a different name You out here chasing comments, chasing the clout Meanwhile real shit get buried, real voices get drowned out I see the game clear... sell your soul for a stream Smile for the algorithm, kill the dream I’m done with the fakery, done with the fake Done with Suno and that robotic snake I ain’t impressing nobody for likes and praise Sheekah the bitch that never played the game Fuck your follow backs, fuck your fake love Music like selling your soul... so fuck you, what? I said fuck you Y’all make songs that make zero fucking sense Melody dead, lyrics basic, no real defense But the numbers go up cause the clique stay deep Not ‘cause it’s fire.... cause y’all all weak I been that bitch from the jump, no filter, no mask Airing this shit out cause I’m tired of the ass Trying to “blow up” on a site that hates real skill Then wonder why your music still sound manufactured and ill I don’t need the validation, don’t need the play I’m releasing this pressure the old-fashioned way Raw, disrespectful, unfiltered, no care While y’all still begging strangers to pretend they share Keep your weak models, keep your robot cries Keep kissing the algorithm’s ass till it dies I’m Sheekah... never gave a fuck, still don’t Music industry 2.0 just another soul for the hunt I’m done with the fakery, done with the fake Done with Suno and that robotic snake I ain’t impressing nobody for likes and praise Sheekah the bitch that never played the game Fuck your follow-backs, fuck your fake love Music like selling your soul, so fuck you, what? I said fuck you Yeah… That’s it. Off my chest. Y’all can keep the fake. I’m gone. Sheekah out. ___ ___💛