(Verse 1) You rap in lace, he drops a flame emoji He ain't hear your bars, just your ass in 4K You think it’s power, but baby, that’s bait A system built to praise what it helps desecrate They sell you a lie: “Sex it up, you'll rise” But they scroll past truth, hypnotized by thighs Industry’s rigged — built by hands that grab And too many queens still dress for the trap (Hook) Not for sale, not your doll, not your fix I ain't here to perform for your clicks You want a puppet, go swipe on fake I spit real — make the ground shake This ain’t for your gaze, not for your thrill I bend the beat, not just my will If that’s the price for fame and deals Keep your streams — I’ll break the wheel (Verse 2) Your comments ain't love — they control in disguise You tip with your wallet but strip with your eyes You say she’s “empowered” 'cause she shows some skin But who profits more when she lets you in? Your gaze is a weapon dressed up as applause But I see the pattern, and I call the cause You praise her body, ignore her skill Then ghost her voice — yeah, you know the drill (Hook) Not for sale, not your doll, not your fix I ain't here to perform for your clicks You want a puppet, go swipe on fake I spit real — make the ground shake This ain’t for your gaze, not for your thrill I bend the beat, not just my will If that’s the price for fame and deals Keep your streams — I’ll break the wheel (Bridge – Spoken style) This is for every girl told to undress before they listen For every DM that starts with “let me put you on a mission” They call it “liberation” — I call it a cage They want us silent, sexy, filtered with rage But I ain’t playin’ your game I’m burnin’ the board (Hook) Not for sale, not your doll, not your fix I ain't here to perform for your clicks You want a puppet, go swipe on fake I spit real — make the ground shake This ain’t for your gaze, not for your thrill I bend the beat, not just my will If that’s the price for fame and deals Keep your streams — I’ll break the wheel (Final Hook) Not for sale, never was, never will I rise on talent, climb by skill You want a fantasy — go buy your lie I’m here for truth, and I won’t comply This mic’s mine, this stage, this fight You can't buy me — I set my price
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