[Intro] Yeah… Another self-made prophet Live from a fucking phone screen [Verse 1] Broccoli hair and a fake gold chain Talking “high value” from a leased-out Range Twenty-two years old giving life advice Never lived enough to know that price Mirror selfies, jawline check Twenty filters deep just to flex your neck Talking bout “sigma” with your spray tan grin Whole personality built for Instagram trends Cold plunge clips and fake routines Pre-workout rage and skinny jeans You call it discipline, I call it cosplay Try one damn week in the real world someday [Pre-Chorus] I ain’t built like I was at eighteen Life gets heavy, shoulders get mean Got bills, got scars, got mouths to feed Real life ain’t your aesthetic feed [Chorus] I’m a sleeper build, bad mood, real-world soul Little extra weight but I still pull my load Dad strength, rough hands, back tight from the strain You got abs for TikTok, I got mouths to feed Ring light messiah preaching fake control Selling insecurity to the weak and alone Yeah laugh at the gut while you edit your face I chose a real damn life over chasing your place [Verse 2] I ain’t shredded, never claimed perfection But I ain’t starving for online affection Got wide shoulders from years of strain Not gym mirror lighting and steroid veins Fifty-pound kid on my shoulders all day Still weaving crowds like a damn freeway Dodging scooters, screaming meltdowns That’s real life when the lights go down Yeah I drink beer, yeah my knees pop loud Still throw a whole damn couch around Not trying to be some internet king Just trying to give my family everything [Pre-Chorus] Real men don’t fit one mold Some are lean, some thick, some old But strength ain’t measured by a damn six-pack It’s who still stands when life fights back [Chorus] I’m a sleeper build, bad mood, real-world soul Little extra weight but I still pull my load Dad strength, rough hands, back tight from the strain You got abs for TikTok, I got mouths to feed Ring light messiah preaching fake control Selling insecurity to the weak and alone Yeah laugh at the gut while you edit your face I chose a real damn life over chasing your place [Breakdown] Maybe I could chase that life too Fake teeth Fake tan Fake grin Living for strangers instead of your kin But I got people counting on me And that means more than likes ever will [Heavy Breakdown] Sleeper build Heavy life Real world scars Real world nights [Final Chorus] I’m a sleeper build, bad mood, real-world soul Not some plastic idol built to fit a mold Got real damn people depending on my name That means more than internet fame Ring light messiah fading with the trends Real ones still standing at the bitter end You can keep your filters and your perfect disguise I’ll take a real damn life over fake-ass likes [Outro] Yeah… Go touch some grass, bitchy little cupcake [end song]
