Karma

Yeah…

You know who you are.

Funny thing about snakes—

They always think nobody sees ’em.

You talked real big when I wasn’t around,

Now you see me coming and you’re staring at the ground.

Had my name in your mouth, had your hand in my pocket,

Funny how you switched when I finally said, “Stop it.”

You borrowed my trust, then you spent that shit cheap,

Made promises to me you couldn’t even keep.

Played the victim so well, you deserve you an award,

Standing there innocent with your hand on the sword.

You thought I wouldn’t notice?

Bitch, I noticed every time.

Every fake little smile,

Every bullshit alibi.

You weren’t playing chess,

You were barely playing checkers,

I was trying to build a future,

You were busy fucking with whoever.

Now everybody knows,

Yeah, the truth came out.

You can change your story—

But you can’t change the crowd.

Karma called, and I gave her your number,

She said, “Don’t worry, I’ll handle this motherfucker.”

You fucked me over, thought I’d stay on the floor,

Now I’m kicking down the same damn door.

Karma called, and she knows what you did,

Every dirty little secret, every bullshit fib.

You wanted me gone?

Well, congratulations—

I’m doing fucking great without your participation.

You had friends for a season, I had scars for a lifetime,

You crossed every boundary then called it a fine line.

You wanted my loyalty without giving me yours,

Wanted all of my respect while you were keeping score.

You love playing king when nobody checks the crown,

But take away the bullshit and there’s nothing underneath now.

All that ego, all that talk, all that “I’m the best,”

Motherfucker, your biggest achievement’s being everyone’s regret.

And I could name names,

But I don’t wanna waste ink,

Besides, if you’re wondering if this song’s about you—

You probably shouldn’t have been a dick.

Karma called, and I gave her your number,

She said, “Don’t worry, I’ll handle this motherfucker.”

You fucked me over, thought I’d stay on the floor,

Now I’m kicking down the same damn door.

Karma called, and she knows what you did,

Every dirty little secret, every bullshit fib.

You wanted me gone?

Well, congratulations—

I’m doing fucking great without your participation.

I don’t need revenge.

I don’t need to fight.

I’ll just keep getting better

While you lose sleep at night.

You wanted me beneath you,

Now I’m standing above.

You mistook my kindness

For something you could fuck with.

That was your mistake.

So here’s to the people who thought I’d collapse,

Who smiled in my face while they stabbed my back.

You gave me the fuel, I supplied the flame,

Now everybody knows exactly who you became.

I don’t hate you—

That’s giving you too much.

You’re just a lesson with a face I don’t trust.

And if success is revenge,

Then I’m doing just fine,

’Cause every step forward

Is another “fuck you” in rhyme.

Karma called, and I gave her you