“STAND ON NOTHING”

Yeah… they talk heavy, but the floor don’t shake.

Chest puffed out like they built for this.

But when the work hit the line?

Man… they vanish like smoke.

“Stand on business”? Boy, stop — you stand on air.

Bare-minimum soldiers, fake lions, no roar to spare.

Talk tough in the hallway, act bold in the crowd,

But when it’s time to put in work? Y’all quiet, not loud.

I see the truth in your walk — lazy steps, weak grind,

Only “business” you stand on is wasting everyone’s time.

You brag heavy, act deadly, but your hustle is dead,

I’m the one carrying weight while you’re playing pretend.

You don’t stand on business, you stand on nothing.

Front like you’re built for war, but you ain’t touching

Real work, real grind — you don’t know that mission.

So keep your lil’ slogan, I ain’t in that system.

Talk big… but your actions whisper timid.

Say you stand on business — but you never did it.

You scream “I stand on business!” like a badge on your chest,

But the only thing you stand on is excuses and rest.

You move sloppy, duck tasks, disappear when it’s time,

Let the real ones clean your mess, every shift, every line.

You got wolf-talk, kitten-heart — lightweight, no bite,

Acting like a general, but you ain’t show up for the fight.

You’re a hallway hero, a break-room king,

But when pressure comes knocking? You don’t do a damn thing.

You don’t stand on business, you stand on nothing.

Front like you’re built for war, but you ain’t touching

Real work, real grind — you don’t know that mission.

So keep your lil’ slogan, I ain’t in that system.

Talk big… but your actions whisper timid.

Say you stand on business — but you never did it.

I’m sick of the slogans, sick of the fake bravado,

You ain’t a boss — you’re a burden everybody gotta swallow.

Hard workers get drowned while the cowards get crowned,

Lazy ghosts in the corner while the real ones hold it down.

You ain’t standing on business — you’re leaning on lies.

Your grind’s fictional — your effort never arrives.

I’m the backbone, the engine, the one they rely on,

You? You’re the dead weight that slows the whole side down.

Keep chanting your phrase — it don’t scare or impress.

Real ones don’t gotta talk — we just handle the stress.

You’re trash, straight garbage, bottom tier, no ambition…

If that’s “standing on business”?

Then I want no part of that fiction.