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Lyrics
[Verse]
Little boys talk tough, but they fragile, frail
Spitting venom like they Julian Assange with an email
Playing games, crying foul, they rehearsed that play
Got receipts longer than Beyoncé's resumé
[Chorus]
Everything they throw boomerangs right quick
Karma's got hands, and the slap gon’ stick
Tryna tear me down like a castle of sand
But tides roll back, drown their weak demands
[Verse 2]
Fraudulent moves, they feign the hurt
Show me a little boy, I’ll show the dirt
They draped in delusion, Gucci fake from the mall
Victim cards maxed, now they starting to crawl
[Bridge]
I ain't your trophy, ain't your scapegoat, fam
Been queenpinning moves, on my throne I stand
They whisper and pout, think I won’t react?
Reflections hit harder—truth don’t retract
[Chorus]
Everything they throw boomerangs right quick
Karma's got hands, and the slap gon’ stick
Tryna tear me down like a castle of sand
But tides roll back, drown their weak demands
[Verse 3]
Counting me out 'cause their fame ran dry
But I’m root deep growing, touching the sky
Multiply my work, impact by two
Y’all divide your own worth, subtracting you
Details
GeneratedMay 10, 2025
Duration2:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, trap, hip hop, bold beats with atmospheric synths and heavy basslines, female vocals
Credits
Prompt byLilTazz_Rose1992
ModelAria v4
Prompt
Tired of little boys trying to destroy me. Playing victim is all the know how to do. But everything they do will come back times 2, rap, trap, hip hop,female vocals
