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Nah, I aināt being nice no more. You throw shade ā I throw facts. You got filters, I got files. You sell skin, I sell soul. Letās talk about it⦠--- š¶ [Verse 1] Said you got an ear for music, girl, you tone-deaf, Judginā symphonies while you dancinā on a broke set. Aināt wrote a line in your life, but got critiques, Meanwhile Iām bleedin' ink while you just scrollinā cheeks. You post subliminals, scared to drop names, Throwin' rocks from glass phones, playinā petty games. You cry for love, but sell lust by the gram, Then say āaināt no good men left?ā ā maāam, goddamn. Got stretch marks like a burger left too long on the grill, You aināt built for love, just clout and cheap thrills. Aināt body-shaminā, Iām soul-savinā ā reality check, You on your knees for likes, but still want respect? --- š¶ [Verse 2] I write a novel, you skim the cover, Too lazy for truth, but quick to find another sucker. You say itās ātoo much to read,ā but gossipās a feast, Canāt digest facts, but drama? You eat. You hide behind quotes like āQueens fix each otherās crowns,ā While you sub-post and side-eye, tryinā to tear folks down. You said āIām intimidating,ā nah ā you just insecure, Real words cut deep, and Iām the open sore. This aināt about hate, itās exposure and grace, But Iāll pull back that mask ā let you look in your face. You want a king but you post like a peasant, Drippinā thirst traps, actinā heaven-sent. --- š¶ [Verse 3 ā Killer Final Blow] I was patient, I was kind, I was there through your hell, Now Iām scribinā truth in verses like I'm chippin' at a cell. You say youāre high-value? Nah, girl, you just loud, Confusinā noise with worth ā lost in the crowd. You flipped God for gimmicks, and love for attention, Your heartās in a coffin, but your feed gets a mention. So next time you post āwhere the real ones at?ā Look in the mirror, baby ā thatās where the real died at. --- 𩸠[Outro ā Spoken softly, haunting] You ain't built for a man like me. You're just a fantasy with Wi-Fi. And Iām the truth you keep scrollinā past. But one day⦠Itās gonā hit. @rapfameofficial @ @rapfametourtaments @rapfamebot #rapfameofficial #rapfamebot #rapfametourtaments
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Nah, I aināt being nice no more. You throw shade ā I throw facts. You got filters, I got files. You sell skin, I sell soul. Letās talk about it⦠--- š¶ [Verse 1] Said you got an ear for music, girl, you tone-deaf, Judginā symphonies while you dancinā on a broke set. Aināt wrote a line in your life, but got critiques, Meanwhile Iām bleedin' ink while you just scrollinā cheeks. You post subliminals, scared to drop names, Throwin' rocks from glass phones, playinā petty games. You cry for love, but sell lust by the gram, Then say āaināt no good men left?ā ā maāam, goddamn. Got stretch marks like a burger left too long on the grill, You aināt built for love, just clout and cheap thrills. Aināt body-shaminā, Iām soul-savinā ā reality check, You on your knees for likes, but still want respect? --- š¶ [Verse 2] I write a novel, you skim the cover, Too lazy for truth, but quick to find another sucker. You say itās ātoo much to read,ā but gossipās a feast, Canāt digest facts, but drama? You eat. You hide behind quotes like āQueens fix each otherās crowns,ā While you sub-post and side-eye, tryinā to tear folks down. You said āIām intimidating,ā nah ā you just insecure, Real words cut deep, and Iām the open sore. This aināt about hate, itās exposure and grace, But Iāll pull back that mask ā let you look in your face. You want a king but you post like a peasant, Drippinā thirst traps, actinā heaven-sent. --- š¶ [Verse 3 ā Killer Final Blow] I was patient, I was kind, I was there through your hell, Now Iām scribinā truth in verses like I'm chippin' at a cell. You say youāre high-value? Nah, girl, you just loud, Confusinā noise with worth ā lost in the crowd. You flipped God for gimmicks, and love for attention, Your heartās in a coffin, but your feed gets a mention. So next time you post āwhere the real ones at?ā Look in the mirror, baby ā thatās where the real died at. --- 𩸠[Outro ā Spoken softly, haunting] You ain't built for a man like me. You're just a fantasy with Wi-Fi. And Iām the truth you keep scrollinā past. But one day⦠Itās gonā hit. @rapfameofficial @ @rapfametourtaments @rapfamebot #rapfameofficial #rapfamebot #rapfametourtaments
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