Lyrics
Damn (lame), you're slacking
You talk too much, no action
Haha, I'm laughin'
No one can match the passion (nah, nah)
Yeah, oh well
All bets are on myself (on me)
Come here, come hold this L
Your name don't ring any bells (yeah)
You're flexin' the money you made
Like, "Look at the money I pay for the name on my clothes"
I'm tired of all of the fake
Just wanna create, so, no, I don't wanna post
I said what I said with my chest
Won't give me respect, okay, until I'm a ghost
Don't care 'bout your follower count
Or where you go out, or what are the people you know
Yeah, that's facts
Think I might upgrade the pad
I'ma need more space for plaques
Why you shit talk on an app?
Yeah, callin' me trash
Sittin' first class, attendant just asked
If I want a steak, not commentin' back
I'm not even mad, reception is bad
'Cause I'm on a plane
Woo, yeah, they hate and never met ya
My team needs matchin' Tesla's
Elon, might have to text ya
Woo, yeah, I'm hungrier than ever
Feel like I'm back at Nevers
Still focused on gettin' better
You fold under pressure, I never let pressure dictate the plan
I left the West around nine, it should be five when I land
I live my life for the moments, you live your life for the 'Gram
The time you spend on your captions I'd rather spend with the fam
Damn (lame), you're slacking
You talk too much, no action
Haha, I'm laughin'
No one can match the passion (nah, nah)
Yeah, oh well
All bets are on myself (on me)
Come here, come hold this L
Your name don't ring any bells (yeah)
If I wouldn't take your advice
Then why would I take your critique, you know what I mean?
You became a critic of me
But look at yourself, I know you don't like what you see
I went and sent mama a car