Ayy What (08:11:52)

. “NO LOVE FOR THE FAKE SHIT You fake, I can tell by the way that you move,
All that cappin' online, but in person no proof.
You ain't built for this life, you just playin' a role,
Got a rented-ass picture with a borrowed-ass soul. You smile in my face, then you pray that I fall,
But I'm still ten toes while you're scared to stand tall.
You speak on my name like your opinion got weight,
Girl, your whole reputation came packaged as fake. I don't argue with liars, I expose and dismiss,
You wanted my attention? You ain't worthy of it.
You can keep that fake love and that fake-ass respect,
I deleted your chapter—you ain't worth the next text. HOOK:
Fake shit, fake friends, fake love, fake crew,
Everything about you got a fake-ass view.
Talk tough, act tough, but the truth still hurts:
You ain't competition—you just background noise first. I was solid from the jump, you were solid for show,
Soon as pressure hit the room, you were ready to go.
Now you watching from the sidelines, salty and sick,
Mad 'cause I leveled up while you stayed counterless You don't miss me—you miss having access,
Miss having somebody who would clean up your mess.
Now the door closed tight, and the key got tossed,
Should've thought about forever when you chose what you lost. Don't call, don't text, don't send nobody my way,
I got nothing but success on my mind every day.
You can keep telling stories, keep twisting the truth,
Everybody sees the fake—you just mad they see you. OUTRO:
No apologies.
No second chances.
No fake smiles.
You showed me exactly who you were. And honestly? That's the best thing you ever did for me. 5