Bitch Slapper feat. Team Originally Made by RICHMOND

Team Originally Made feat. RICHMOND

Yeah…
You wanted it? You got it.
All that fake talk dies right here.
This one’s for the real ones still starving.
and the fakes still starving for attention.

You switched for numbers, ditched your soul for streams,
Now your worth’s just clicks, fake gold, fake dreams.
Talk big online, in real life you hide.
You chase validation like a junkie for a like,
But when the crowd logs off, you can’t sleep at night.
I came from the gutter, learned pain don’t lie,
You came from nothing too, but you forgot your why.
You sold your voice for a repost tag,
Now your “art” just sounds like recycled brag.
Always play victim when the fame don’t fit,
But you stabbed your own team just to feel legit.
Every word you post got a dollar sign,
But your soul’s bankrupt, I can see the decline.
Tryna ride trends like waves, no spine,
But I surf my pain. that’s a real gold mine.
You don’t build, you leech, you drain, you fake,
Everything you touch turns dead.
You scream “I’m real” like that means truth,
But real ones don’t brag. we show proof

You ain’t real. you a glitch in the system,
Loud mouth, no soul, I dismiss ‘em.
You talk crown, I don’t see no kingdom,
Just fake smiles, filters, and symptoms.
All bark, no bite,
Front hard, but you fold on sight.
You wanted the smoke? 
Cool!
Light that match,
But don’t cry when the flames come back.

Tell me who you are when the lights cut off,
When your numbers drop, when the fans fall off.
Do you still feel “good,” or just lost?
Cuz you can’t fake soul. not at this cost.
Now look. all your buzz, gone in dust,
No one calls, no one trust.
You begged for fame, it came too fast,
Now you drown in the pool of your own past.
You said you’d never change, but damn, you did,
Sold your truth for a viral vid.

You a puppet, they pullin’ strings.
while I burn the stage, break the wings.
So next time you talk about “who’s on top,”
Remember. pride don’t heal when your stream flops.
I’m not your friend, I’m the mirror that slaps,
And this right here’s your bitch slaps back.

Yo, Team Originally Made, move the gate 
Richmond’s here, and the floor gon’ break.
Don’t talk about me, talk to me.
You wanted real? Then bleed it.
Keep my name out your group chats 
You don’t flex with kings, you entertain ‘em.

I seen love turn snake in a week,
Seen respect vanish when the room got heat.
You touch what’s mine, that’s breach of code.
I don’t do warnings, I just unload.
Demons been quiet, but they know the road,
Push me once and watch it all explode.
I built from nothing, they built on lies.
They play online, I monetize.
Ain’t no filter gon’ disguise,
The fear they show when they meet my eyes.
Don’t preach pain if you profit off it.
Don’t cry wolf, I already caught it.
Don’t play saint, I saw you plot it.
You made your bed, now flex and rot in it.

Move, motherfucker, move.
You block my view, you lose.
This ain’t ego – this is proof,
Flex so real, your life’s a spoof.
Move, motherfucker, move.
Let the rage unglue the roof.
I built the throne, I paid the dues,
I’m the reason they all fuss.

Every DM got an angle in it,
Every smile got a scandal in it.
They fake the love, then vanish in it,
Now I’m numb I don’t stand in it.
You send me hate bitch? I sign it “paid.”
Turn your shade to my upgrade.
Your playlist died bitch, mine still got played.
Pull up drippin’ in psalms and bombs.
I don’t bark, I disarm,
Don’t flex too hard, bitch you’ll get slapped
You want beef, I’ll serve Wagyu,
Golden knife, yeah, lemme slice that for you
I don’t argue – I review,
And blacklist your whole damn crew.

They want the smoke, not the truth.
I built my throne bulletproof.
Say less 
Let action be the proof.
Tryna flex on a god? Better check your mode.
My rage got stock bitch, it trends when I tap in.
Every beat I kill hell’s next of kin.

So take your shit, wrap it up, and get lost again.

You ain’t real. you a glitch in the system,
Loud mouth, no soul, I dismiss ‘em.
You talk crown, I don’t see no kingdom,
Just fake smiles, filters, and symptoms.
All bark, no bite,
Front hard, but you fold on sight.
You wanted the smoke? 
Cool. light that match,
But don’t cry when the flames come back.

MIC DROP 🎤😈

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Team Originally Made feat. RICHMOND Yeah… You wanted it? You got it. All that fake talk dies right here. This one’s for the real ones still starving. and the fakes still starving for attention. You switched for numbers, ditched your soul for streams, Now your worth’s just clicks, fake gold, fake dreams. Talk big online, in real life you hide. You chase validation like a junkie for a like, But when the crowd logs off, you can’t sleep at night. I came from the gutter, learned pain don’t lie, You came from nothing too, but you forgot your why. You sold your voice for a repost tag, Now your “art” just sounds like recycled brag. Always play victim when the fame don’t fit, But you stabbed your own team just to feel legit. Every word you post got a dollar sign, But your soul’s bankrupt, I can see the decline. Tryna ride trends like waves, no spine, But I surf my pain. that’s a real gold mine. You don’t build, you leech, you drain, you fake, Everything you touch turns dead. You scream “I’m real” like that means truth, But real ones don’t brag. we show proof You ain’t real. you a glitch in the system, Loud mouth, no soul, I dismiss ‘em. You talk crown, I don’t see no kingdom, Just fake smiles, filters, and symptoms. All bark, no bite, Front hard, but you fold on sight. You wanted the smoke? Cool! Light that match, But don’t cry when the flames come back. Tell me who you are when the lights cut off, When your numbers drop, when the fans fall off. Do you still feel “good,” or just lost? Cuz you can’t fake soul. not at this cost. Now look. all your buzz, gone in dust, No one calls, no one trust. You begged for fame, it came too fast, Now you drown in the pool of your own past. You said you’d never change, but damn, you did, Sold your truth for a viral vid. You a puppet, they pullin’ strings. while I burn the stage, break the wings. So next time you talk about “who’s on top,” Remember. pride don’t heal when your stream flops. I’m not your friend, I’m the mirror that slaps, And this right here’s your bitch slaps back. You ain’t real. you a glitch in the system, Loud mouth, no soul, I dismiss ‘em. You talk crown, I don’t see no kingdom, Just fake smiles, filters, and symptoms. All bark, no bite, Front hard, but you fold on sight. You wanted the smoke? Cool! Light that match, But don’t cry when the flames come back. Yo, Team Originally Made, move the gate Richmond’s here, and the floor gon’ break. Don’t talk about me, talk to me. You wanted real? Then bleed it. Keep my name out your group chats You don’t flex with kings, you entertain ‘em. I seen love turn snake in a week, Seen respect vanish when the room got heat. You touch what’s mine, that’s breach of code. I don’t do warnings, I just unload. Demons been quiet, but they know the road, Push me once and watch it all explode. I built from nothing, they built on lies. They play online, I monetize. Ain’t no filter gon’ disguise, The fear they show when they meet my eyes. Don’t preach pain if you profit off it. Don’t cry wolf, I already caught it. Don’t play saint, I saw you plot it. You made your bed, now flex and rot in it. Move, motherfucker, move. You block my view, you lose. This ain’t ego – this is proof, Flex so real, your life’s a spoof. Move, motherfucker, move. Let the rage unglue the roof. I built the throne, I paid the dues, I’m the reason they all fuss. Every DM got an angle in it, Every smile got a scandal in it. They fake the love, then vanish in it, Now I’m numb I don’t stand in it. You send me hate bitch? I sign it “paid.” Turn your shade to my upgrade. Your playlist died bitch, mine still got played. Pull up drippin’ in psalms and bombs. I don’t bark, I disarm, Don’t flex too hard, bitch you’ll get slapped You want beef, I’ll serve Wagyu, Golden knife, yeah, lemme slice that for you I don’t argue – I review, And blacklist your whole damn crew. They want the smoke, not the truth. I built my throne bulletproof. Say less Let action be the proof. Tryna flex on a god? Better check your mode. My rage got stock bitch, it trends when I tap in. Every beat I kill hell’s next of kin. So take your shit, wrap it up, and get lost again. You ain’t real. you a glitch in the system, Loud mouth, no soul, I dismiss ‘em. You talk crown, I don’t see no kingdom, Just fake smiles, filters, and symptoms. All bark, no bite, Front hard, but you fold on sight. You wanted the smoke? Cool. light that match, But don’t cry when the flames come back. MIC DROP 🎤😈

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