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Verse 1
Yo, you think you crazy rich, but you barely got a stack,
Flexin’ on the ‘Gram, yeah we all know it’s an act.
Think you hot, think you fly, tryin' to be the guy,
But you cringin’ out the crowd every time you try.
Postin’ pics of that “lifestyle,” you think you got clout,
Wearin' that Goyard bucket bag like you proud, no doubt.
But bro, you look like moms fresh from grocery lines,
While you front for the ‘Gram, we just skippin' past your rhymes.
Chorus
You broke, bruh, who you foolin' with this show?
Low reward, need a sponsor, even that’s low.
Actin’ like a rapper, but they don't know your name,
How many streams you got? Yeah, stay in your lane.
Verse 2
Nobody wanna chill, they just after your mom’s funds,
They don’t see a friend, just a cash-hungry son.
Playin’ pretend like you livin’ that dream,
But off the ‘Gram, you ain't who you seem.
You act like a five-star, but you a budget motel,
Copyin’ accents, boy, that ain’t gonna sell.
You ain't from the block, you just local, it’s clear,
Tryin' too hard to be someone you’ll never appear.
Bridge
Autotune maxed out, soundin' like a cartoon,
No one’s bumpin’ your tracks, we switchin' way too soon.
You skrrt skrrt on the ‘Gram, but all that’s a joke,
Goks goks like a dog, now the crowd goin’ broke.
Verse 3
You new to the game, just discarded like trash,
Mom won’t pay your debts, but you beg for her cash.
Buyin’ BK with pennies, think you got gold?
7k won’t cover your mess, that story’s old.
Outro
Nobody rollin’ up to your event, it’s a flop,
This diss right here? Your canon event, you gettin’ dropped.