fraud alert

Title: Fraud Exposed (Intro) Yo, listen up — I see you fake in your prime, Time to clock out, I’m exposing the crime. (Verse 1) Smile so plastic, I swear it squeaks, You frontin’ online, but your soul’s weak. Talkin’ loyalty, but you ghost like a thief, Claim your real ones? Nah, that’s just grief. Flexin’ your clout, I see through the facade, Your life’s a rerun, man, you playin’ a fraud. All that fake love? Nah, it’s counterfeit, I spit cold truth, watch your whole act split. (Hook) Fraud exposed, mask fallin’ off, All that fake shine? I call it a loss. Clap for the camera, but you never show, I roast fake vibes, let the truth blow. Fraud exposed, better check your code, Try to shine bright, I put out your glow. (Verse 2) Carbon-copy moves, recycled style, I spit pure fire, leave your ego in exile. All talk, no walk, like shoes in the mud, I roast your fake persona, turn it into dust. Claim your grind, but you nap in the sheets, I serve lyrical heat, knock you off your feets. Your “real ones” vanish when the camera’s off, I shine on the truth, your whole world scoffed. (Hook) Fraud exposed, mask fallin’ off, All that fake shine? I call it a loss. Clap for the camera, but you never show, I roast fake vibes, let the truth blow. Fraud exposed, better check your code, Try to shine bright, I put out your glow. (Bridge) Keep your act, your filters, your staged applause, I’m allergic to fake, breakin’ all your laws. When the lights go off, and the crowd is gone, Who’s left clappin’? You? Nah, move on. (Verse 3 – 16 bars of pure burn) Yo, you fake so loud, I can hear you from miles, All your fake smiles? Nah, they just trial files. Copycat king, but your throne’s a paper chair, I spit cold truth, leave your ego bare. Claim your hustle, but your grind’s on pause, I roast weak moves with no need for claws. Personality thin, like tissue in the rain, I drop lyrical bombs, dismantle your chain. All your “real ones” ghost, I see the pattern, You’re a background actor, I’m the main lantern. Flexin’ for likes, but you ain’t got skill, I roast fake vibes with lyrical kill. Keep your mask, your act, your carbon-copy parade, I expose every move, every fake charade. Fraud alert, clone collapse in sight, I burn your whole world, truth ignite. (Outro) Mask off, act done, the fake retreat, I spit truth flames, never face defeat. All your phony vibes, now just smoke and ash, I leave fake people in the past — crash.