Fuck you

You the loudest one in the room ‘cause you scared of the quiet,

If silence hit, you’d have to face what you hiding,

You cosplay confidence, stitched together with noise,

I see right through it — cheap fabric, factory void.

You talk like you’re chosen, but chosen by who?

Your own reflection hyping lies you rehearsed till they true,

You ain’t misunderstood, you just misrepresented,

Selling dreams you never lived, hope nobody checks it.

Your grind imaginary, your hustle a myth,

You chase shortcuts then complain ‘bout the length of the trip,

I watched you fake progress, celebrate motion,

Running in circles, mistaking sweat for devotion.

You wear success like a costume you rent,

Return it Monday when the credit get bent,

Every flex got an asterisk, every win got a lie,

Your highlight reel allergic to context and time.

You need applause just to feel like you breathing,

I don’t need witnesses — my results do the speaking,

You beg rooms to respect you, I walk in and it shifts,

Energy check: you ask permission to exist.

Your circle don’t love you, they tolerate access,

Laugh at your jokes then roast you in group chats,

They stay ‘cause you useful, not ‘cause you solid,

The second you fall off, watch how they vanish.

You confuse attention for power, volume for worth,

But loud don’t mean real and hype don’t mean work,

You a headline with no article under the title,

Just buzzwords and echoes, recycled and idle.

I don’t hate you — that’d give you a role,

You just a lesson on what happens when ego gets bold,

All bark, no bite, no depth, no spine,

A motivational quote taped over a decline.

You chase trends like they owe you a future,

Switch personalities quicker than rumors,

Stand for nothing but still want a platform,

That’s not evolution — that’s panic in costume.

I move with intention, you react to perception,

I build while you posture, that’s the real separation,

You want my spotlight but skip every shadow,

Want the crown but allergic to pressure and battle.

Your name don’t ring bells, it trigger confusion,

“Who?” be the response — that’s not influence, that’s illusion,

You swear you the wave but can’t swim in your lane,

I’m current, consistent, you seasonal fame.

So keep talking loud, it won’t change what I see,

You a footnote at best in a chapter ‘bout me,

I don’t gotta end you, life already did,

I just gave it rhythm and let the truth hit.