Cry alabamq

(Intro)

Oh shit, look who’s tryna rap,

Daddy’s cash, but the bars still trash.

Acting bad, but you ain't that tough,

Lil rich girl, had enough.

(Verse 1)

TikTok queen, but you ain’t no star,

Tryna flex, but we know who you are.

Silver spoon, yeah, that’s your vibe,

Acting hood? Bitch, you ain’t that live.

(Pre-Chorus)

Tryna act hard, but we see through,

Every damn song soundin’ like a redo.

No real struggle, no real fight,

Just another kid with the neon lights.

(Chorus)

Wannabe, wannabe, that’s all you’ll ever be,

Livin’ off your daddy’s name, not a legacy.

Wannabe, wannabe, girl, just take a seat,

Tryna play with fire, but you can’t take the heat.

(Verse 2)

New fit, new chain, but the flow so weak,

Bet your ghostwriter's tired every time you speak.

Daddy got beats, but you got no bars,

Tryna be hood from a gated yard.

(Pre-Chorus)

Tryna act hard, but we see through,

Every damn song soundin’ like a redo.

No real struggle, no real fight,

Just another kid with the neon lights.

(Chorus)

Wannabe, wannabe, that’s all you’ll ever be,

Livin’ off your daddy’s name, not a legacy.

Wannabe, wannabe, girl, just take a seat,

Tryna play with fire, but you can’t take the heat.

(Bridge)

Oh, you mad? Go cry in your Benz,

Fake-ass friends and some fake-ass trends.

Wanna be a rapper? Better try again,

‘Cause this real shit, and you just pretend.

(Outro)

Yeah, keep talkin’, keep actin’ wild,

But deep down, you just daddy’s child.

Mic dropped, I’m out, no more to say,

Go play dress-up, stay in your lane.