Yeah
Look.
Sucks to be you when the truth start knockin’
And the booth stays hot but your fuse stays poppin’
I move like a rumor, you bruise from talkin’
I cruise through the chaos, you choose that coffin
I don’t need hype, I’m wired on spite
You fight for a mic, I write through the night
You beg for a moment, I live in the slice
Between every second you miss when you blink twice
I been ten steps ahead since step one stalled
You still ask “what if” while I just evolve
You call it luck, I call it resolve
I call your bluff while you fold and dissolve
I’m pen-to-pad manic, panic in cursive
Verses do burpees, your courage stay nervous
Purpose on purpose, I murder the surface
Diggin’ for depth while you skim for the circus
Sucks to be you when the mask slip off
When the laughs get thin and the act gets soft
When the mirror talks back and it asks real tough:
“Who are you now when you can’t blame us?”
I been broke, been bent, been bitter, been bruised
Been doubted, discounted, miscounted, misused
But every “no” just sharpened the screw
Now I’m built from the pressure that shattered you
You chase applause, I chase precision
You want a crowd, I want incision
Cut to the core, no superstition
Just work ethic mixed with bad intentions
I don’t need saving, I came self-made
You play pretend, I played chess with fate
While you rehearse lines I already ate
Every fear you had just to gain that weight
Sucks to be you.. yeah, I know it sting
When the room goes quiet and they notice things
Like how I don’t flex but the focus rings
And every bar got receipts attached to strings
I’m not mad, I’m past that phase
I just lap that pace you ran in place
You chase my shadow, I erase the race
Then write your name where the past stays caged
Yeah.
Clock still tickin’.
Pen still clickin’.
Sucks to be you
I’m still listenin’.