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Yo, you actin' like you ballin', but you’re far from the throne,
Flossin’ Goyard buckets like you got a million in loans.
Tryna flex on the 'gram, showin’ off your fake scene,
But you look like a mom just back from shoppin’ for beans.
Sayin' you a social king, but they laughin' at your play,
Actin' rich in the crowd, but we all know you broke today.
You ain't no butterfly, man, you barely a moth,
Postin' pics like it’s heat, but it’s colder than frost.
You rap like you famous, but nobody knows your name,
Dropped a track, how many streams? Zero, that’s a shame.
All your homies fake, they just leechin’ for your cash,
But it’s your mama’s dough, man, what’s left in your stash?
You frontin' in this game, thinkin' everything’s real,
But nobody wants you around, your vibes they can't feel.
You a five-star poser, but we see the truth now,
More like the cheapest hostel, boy, just take a bow.
Tryna fake the culture, copy accents, you lame,
You ain't got that flavor, local dude, stay in your lane.
Auto-tune overdose, you sound like a cartoon,
Typing ‘Skkrt skkrt,’ but you cringier than a noon.
New kid on the block, but you trash from the start,
Disowned by the game, thrown out like cheap art.
And your mama can't save you, she’s tired of the mess,
Begging for a burger, but even that she won’t bless.
Gold flexing with 7k? Bruh, that’s weak.
You can't even pay your bills, man, that’s bleak.
Nobody joins your show 'cause they see through the lies,
After this track, I hope you realize your demise.
This your canon event, it's the day you fall,
When I drop this mic, you won't stand tall.
So keep frontin', keep actin', but we all know the deal,
You fake in this life, none of it real.