RAMEN

#ramen #sexyslimthegoddess Yeah-yeah… Pretty face, sharp tongue, mi know who I am, They came for the crown, but I came with a plan. Dime la verdad, don't dress up a lie, RAMEN on the menu — watch the whole room get quiet. Verse 1 — pretty with a problem I walk in soft, but the temperature shift, You came with a crown, I came to question the gift. Your reputation got a rental-car scent, Look good in the driveway, but the title ain't yours yet. I don't throw shade, I make sunlight expose, All that pretty packaging, nothing good enclosed. Your punchlines need CPR soon as they land, Mine leave fingerprints without touching a hand. You talk like a boss, but your numbers look nervous, Your résumé loud, your results don't support it. Mi sweet like guava till the bassline drop, Then your big-talk business gets a sudden full stop. Dime qué tú sabes about earning your place? You learned how to pose, never mastered the race. You got main-character pride with a background role, I write one clean bar, put a crack in the whole. You rehearse being dangerous, I make calm look lethal, Your confidence rented; my silence got people. You need ten witnesses to confirm you're a threat, I leave one little pause and they don't forget. Hook — sing it sweet RAMEN, RAMEN, let the whole beat simmer, Pretty little voice, but the bars get bitter. Mi fuego stays lit, no me quito, no, You can copy my style, but you can't take my soul. Oh-oh, mírame, watch me rise, Soft voice, sharp truth, no disguise. Dem chat too much, but the proof run dry, I don't chase the crown — I change the price. Verse 2 — You call yourself a king; where the kingdom at? One unpaid promise and the whole thing cracks. Your empire's a backdrop, your throne's a prop, I pull one loose thread and the whole set drops.