Yeah
Uh
Turn me up
They talking loud but they never compete,
Whole lotta wannabe’s stuck in the seats,
I see the envy all over they face,
Mad at my shine but can’t take my place.
Hating because you’re not me,
I’m what you grind but you’ll never be,
Copy my drip, try steal my vibe,
Still off-beat when you step to the mic.
You throwing shade but I glow in the dark,
Pressure make diamonds, I’m leaving a mark,
Built from the bottom, I came from the mud,
Now I’m too cold, they feeling the frost.
Hating because you’re not me,
I’m top tier, you still wanna be,
Talking that heat but you barely lukewarm,
I’m the whole wave, you stuck in a storm.
Hating because you’re not me,
I stay winning, that’s clearly the key,
Leveling up while you stuck in the past,
I move in silence, then strike real fast.
They run they mouth but they don’t run it up,
Claiming they kings but they folding the bluff,
I keep it sharp like a blade in the booth,
Every bar hit, that’s bulletproof truth.
Crown on my head, I don’t need validation,
Built my own lane, no imitation,
Clout chasing hard but it’s desperation,
I’m motivation mixed with domination.
You salty, I seasoned,
I grind every season,
You mad for no reason,
I win — that’s the reason.
Too real, can’t fake this glow,
Too high, can’t reach this flow,
You watch every move I make,
But can’t match the steps I take.
Hating because you’re not me,
Whole lotta wannabe’s can’t see,
I stay rising, effortlessly,
You mad at the fact I’m me.
