Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah I ain’t playin At all Listen [Verse 1] All that talk be toddler chatter I’m the test you never pass See your ego in your captions But your spirit made of glass You be flexin for the camera I be checkin with the Source Every time I trust my gut It drag a liar off the porch You a DM, not a man You a phase, not a plan You a mask, not a mirror And I see you where you stand Every “queen” you call me, practiced Every compliment rehearsed I can read between your verses Every sentence got a curse, boy [Chorus] I ain’t playin with these boys anymore (nah) Come correct or don’t come at all (don’t call) I can see right through your little act, lil boy My intuition talkin too tall I got God in the room when I move So I never gotta beg for a call If you step, better step like truth Come correct or don’t come at all [Verse 2] You be scared of accountability I be praying for stability You be chasin what’s in front of you I’m protected by divinity You just want a body count I’m countin blessings, countin stacks You just want a pretty pet I want a partner who relax facts You confused by independence Call it “attitude” and “cold” But I built this from a crisis Turned abandonment to gold If you scared of my standards That’s a you thing, not a me I don’t bargain with my boundaries They were written when I’m on my knees [Chorus] I ain’t playin with these boys anymore (for real) Come correct or don’t come at all (don’t come) I can see right through your little act, lil boy My intuition never gon’ fall I got God in the room when I move So I never gotta chase your call If you step, better step like truth Come correct or don’t come at all [Bridge] You want access, not alignment (uh) You want body, not assignment You want lips, but not a mind You want time you never timed with I got angels in my corner I got warnings in my dreams Every red flag lit in neon Soon as you step on the scene (yeah) [Chorus] I ain’t playin with these boys anymore Come correct or don’t come at all I can see right through your little act, lil boy My intuition standin too tall I got God in the room when I move So I never gotta beg or crawl If you step, better step like truth Come correct or don’t come at all
Tags
rap, Aggressive trap banger with female vocals, menacing 808s and sharp hi-hats, double-time flows over a dark, minimal piano stab loop. Verses stay tight and rapid-fire, voice upfront and dry, ad-libs tucked for emphasis. Hook explodes with layered chants and a slightly wider stereo image, sub hitting hardest on the downbeat. Brief filtered breakdown before the last hook for a final knockout drop., raw, beats, deep
Duration
2:54
Instrumental
No
Created
1/30/2026