Fake Queens and Wobbly Walls "streetdolls"

Yeah, you shining in your pink castle, huh?

Thinking you’re the queens of the digital hall of fame

Let me ask, when did you get so major?

Just a bunch of pretty princesses, ain't no real danger

Street dolls wobbling walls, loose as a goose,

All those tracks, just hotdogs down halls—what's the use?

Farming egirls, views climbing, but it’s all a game,

Witty diss in the lyrics, yeah, I’m calling out the same

When did you became the thing, just a viral illusion,

Stacking tracks like bricks in your pink and proud mansion

They're easy to beat, just a click and you’re gone,

Fake personas, all you got, superficial songs spun wrong

When did you become the princess or the queen?

Just a digital queen bee with a cheap ebt provided machine

Time for the truth, are you real or just a meme?

Your empire’s built on fleeting dreams

Street dolls, wobbly walls, loose as a goose,

Farming views with egirls, all just a ruse

How long you been around? When did it begin?

All these pretty princesses, where’s the real within?

When did you become a thing? When did you start?

Fake crown, real doubts, it’s tearing you apart

400+ tracks, just noise in the air,

Wit and insults, got no real flair

When the curtains fall, what’s left behind?

Just hollow echoes of a manufactured mind

So step aside, let the truth be told,

Street dolls wobbling, stories old

The hype’s just a shadow, fading fast,

When the real’s gone, it’s the truth that lasts, them dolls is about to be the past.