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**Verse 1:**
He’s flexin' rich but it’s all just a show,
Actin' wild like he’s the star of the show,
Tryna stand out, postin’ pics for the fame,
Rockin’ Goyard like he's changing the game.
Looks like a mom with a grocery bag,
Your swag’s a joke, don’t make me gag,
Your face is square, put on your underwear,
Don’t make your mama cry, you ain’t even rare.
**Chorus:**
You’re stuntin' like a king, but you ain't got the clout,
In this game of rap, you’re just a washed-out shout,
Tryna act black, but you’re Indonesian,
Fake’s your vibe, and it’s pure treason.
**Verse 2:**
You’re a wannabe rapper, no streams on your track,
Need a sponsor 'cause your cash flow’s slack,
All that autotune, soundin' like a cartoon,
Nobody wants to hear it, just a bad monsoon.
You’re new in this scene, just trash in the bin,
Mama's still payin’ for your burger and gin,
Seven K gold but it’s not even close,
Tryna be cool but your bucks can’t boast.
**Chorus:**
You’re stuntin' like a king, but you ain't got the clout,
In this game of rap, you’re just a washed-out shout,
Tryna act black, but you’re Indonesian,
Fake’s your vibe, and it’s pure treason.
**Outro:**
So take this advice, and hear it real clear,
This is your canon event, the end is near,
Your hype is fake, and it’s time to reset,
I’m done with the fake, this is where we forget.
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