Lyrics
[Verse 1]
No room at my table
For a fake face
You love your own reflection
I see the same trace
I’m building in silence
You loud in the back
Talking big around clowns
Still falling off track
I keep my head down
Get my steps right
You keep chasing applause
I keep my life tight
You want attention
I want results
I’m putting in work
While you sell your faults
[Pre-Chorus]
Stay over there
With the noise and the smoke
I don’t need your praise
I don’t need your joke
I moved past the pose
Past the smile, past the show
Now the whole room knows
What I already know
[Chorus]
No room at my table
No room at my table
I’m doing me, baby
You can keep your play
No room at my table
No room at my table
I’m winning my lane
While you fade away
(No room at my table)
[Verse 2]
I seen the same type
Try to ride my wave
Take a little shine
Then act so brave
But I don’t bend
For a crown or a clique
I cut off the dead weight
Quick, quick, quick
You got a big mouth
And a borrowed dream
I got late-night grind
And a steady scheme
You can stay over there
With your little crowd
I’m one step up
And I’m stepping loud
[Pre-Chorus]
Stay over there
With the noise and the smoke
I don’t need your praise
I don’t need your joke
I moved past the pose
Past the smile, past the show
Now the whole room knows
What I already know
[Chorus]
No room at my table
No room at my table
I’m doing me, baby
You can keep your play
No room at my table
No room at my table
I’m winning my lane
While you fade away
(No room at my table)
[Bridge]
I don’t chase faces
I chase my peace
You can keep the chaos
I keep the lease
On my mind, on my time
On the life I chose
And the door stays shut
On the ones I know
[Chorus]
No room at my table
No room at my table
I’m doing me, baby
You can keep your play
No room at my table
No room at my table
I’m winning my lane
While you fade away
(No room at my table)
Style
hip-hop with a hard boom-bap drum pocket and rattling hi-hat triplets; verse rides sparse piano stabs and a round sub basspre-chorus tightens with snare rolls and chopped vocal shoutschorus hits with stacked gang vocals on the anchor phrase and a gritty brass stab. close-mic lead vocal with ad-lib doublesdelay throws on punch linesvinyl crackle into the first versereverse cymbal lifts into each hookbright and punchy mix with a streetwise edge.rapfakehip hop
Prompt
rap, hip hop, there’s no room at my table for narcissistic fake people, I’m doing me you stay over there with your clowns I’m winning
Credits
Prompt byWildVibe478
GeneratedJun 18, 2026
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