Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Fork in my hand Phone on mute Eyes on my wins Not on you [Verse 1] I’m stirring the pot for myself, baby You scrolling my life like it’s your daily Counting my bites, what I bought, who I date But your own damn lunch still sitting in the crate Screenshots, group chats, all that yappin I’m out here paid, real-life captions You worry ‘bout me like you on my payroll Meanwhile your own dreams stuck on aero [Chorus] Don’t let your food get cold Worried ‘bout what’s on my plate (yeah) You got a whole life at home Still staring at what I ate (uh) Watchin every move I make Like that season on replay Don’t let your food get cold Worried ‘bout what’s on my plate [Verse 2] You picking at crumbs while I’m serving up courses I turned every doubt into driving forces You gossip, I garnish, we built so different You talk in circles, I talk in digits You counting my carbs, I’m counting my checks You counting my likes, I’m cashing the next You busy in comments, I’m busy in rooms You watching my flowers, I’m planting my blooms [Bridge] Eyes off my table Face in your own bowl You coulda been full by now But you fed off rumor and scrolls [whispered vocals] Pray over what’s in front of you Say grace for your own sake Out here licking your lips at my life While you let your food go to waste [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Minimal, menacing trap beat with wide sub-bass, crisp hats, and sparse piano stabs. Female vocals, low and unbothered on the verses, then more animated and taunting on the hook with doubled ad-libs. Chorus hits with extra 808 saturation and layered chant vocals. Spacey reverb on transitions, tight dry lead to keep the attitude front and center., hip hop
Duration
2:04
Instrumental
No
Created
12/27/2025