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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]
Details
GeneratedDec 27, 2025
Duration2:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
JaquelyneJones2pt0
JaquelyneJones2pt0ModelAria v5
Prompt
Don't let your food get cold worrying about what's on my plate., female, rap, hip hop, trap
