You walk in loud, but nobody's impressed,
All that fake-ass swagger still fails the test.
Talk big online, then freeze face-to-face,
Got a million excuses, but not an ounce of grace.
(Hook)
Yeah, talk that shit, but nobody believes it,
Big mouth, small moves, everybody can see it.
You keep chasing that crown, but you'll never achieve it,
Step into the spotlight, watch me take it and leave it.
Nah, I don't play nice, nah, I don't pretend,
Every fake story got an ugly-ass end.
You wanted that smoke? Well, here it comes again—
Talk tough for the crowd, then fold in the end.
You're a bargain-bin legend, a dollar-store king,
Every time you grab the mic, it's the same weak thing.
Built your whole persona on a counterfeit vibe,
Now everybody sees through the bullshit you hide.
You're all bark, no bite, all cap, no facts,
A clown in designer clothes doing recycled acts.
Talking like a boss, but you're broke in respect,
Even your own damn shadow won't give you a check.
(Hook)
Yeah, talk that shit, but nobody believes it,
Big mouth, small moves, everybody can see it.
You keep chasing that crown, but you'll never achieve it,
Step into the spotlight, watch me take it and leave it.
Nah, I don't play nice, nah, I don't pretend,
Every fake story got an ugly-ass end.
You wanted that smoke? Well, here it comes again—
Talk tough for the crowd, then fold in the end.
Fuck your tough-guy image, fuck the lies you sell,
You couldn't lead a riot in an empty hotel.
Every verse you drop sounds tired and forced,
Like confidence got lost and insecurity took course.
You keep swinging for attention, but you never connect,
A masterclass in how to lose every ounce of respect.
So sit down, shut up, quit playing pretend,
This beat just buried you — that's the fucking end.
(Hook)
Yeah, talk that shit, but nobody believes it,
Big mouth, small moves, everybody can see it.
You keep chasing that crown, but you'll never achieve it,
Step into the spotlight, watch me take it and leave it.
Nah, I don't play nice, nah, I don't pretend,
Every fake story got an ugly-ass end.
You wanted that smoke? Well, here it comes again—
Talk tough for the crowd, then fold in the end.
HbKeed
