Bubbles

Yo, the PM’s in the room, thinkin’ they the boss,

But every plan they make, man, it’s at a loss.

Got a timeline tight, but the logic is loose,

Deadlines unrealistic, like chasing a goose.

They overpromise high, underdeliver low,

“Let’s add more features!” when the progress is slow.

Micromanage vibes, but they can’t comprehend,

We’re fixing their mistakes ’til the workday ends.

Scope creeps their art, budget’s outta control,

They call it “team effort,” but they dig the hole.

Communication’s whack, confusion’s the tone,

Why they even here? Man, just leave us alone!

Yo, here comes the PM, thinkin’ they a star,

Walkin’ in the room like, “I’m the one in charge!”

Talkin’ big plans, but the vision’s a blur,

Nothin’ ever gets done, they just love to confer.

Mirror on the desk, yeah, they checkin’ their face,

While the team’s burnin’ out, tryna pick up the pace.

Claimin’ every win like it’s all their creation,

But dodge accountability, zero foundation.

They love to flex hard, but they never connect,

Throwin’ no meetings at all, showin’ zero respect.

Pointin’ fingers, actin’ bossy, but they’re outta their lane,

We carry the weight while they soak up the fame.

They micromanage trash but can’t plan a map,

A narcissist in charge? Yo, the team’s in a trap.

They’re a hazard to progress, a menace to time,

While we’re out here grindin’, makin’ deadlines shine!

(Chorus)

“Daddy Niche think he runnin’ the show,

Big talk, no plan, just ego to grow.

Pointin’ fingers while the deadlines burn,

The team does the work, but he takes the turn.

Daddy Niche, you’re a legend—in your mind,

A boss on the surface, but you’re wastin’ our time.

Step aside, we’re the ones who grind,

While you chase clout, we’re buildin’ the shine.”

(Verse)

Yo, 30 years in Saudi, flexin’ like a king,

Talkin’ ’bout the cars, cash, every shiny thing.

Got the resume stacked, but the skills don’t show,

Unprofessional moves, man, the cracks all glow.

Braggin’ ‘bout the millions, actin’ like a vet,

But can’t keep a timeline or earn respect yet.

Integrity’s a ghost, it’s nowhere in sight,

Blamin’ all the others when the project ain’t right.

Experience means nothin’ if the morals don’t stick,

Flexin’ all that wealth, but you’re clueless real quick.

You’ve got the life, but the leadership’s whack,

Thirty years of frontin’, now it’s time to step back.

(Chorus)

(Outro)

Respect ain’t bought with the money you flaunt,

It’s earned through the grind, not the titles you want.

Professionalism shines, it don’t need to boast,

It’s the quiet execution that matters the most.

Humility’s the crown that no riches can buy,

It lifts up the team and helps everyone fly.

So flex less, lead more, that’s the real key,

A true project manager builds legacy.

Step down from the throne, let the work speak loud,

Show respect to the team, make the company proud.

It ain’t the years, the cars, or the cash you stack,

It’s the heart and the hustle that’ll bring it all back.