[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
When you stand in front of me, you can’t even pull out your business card, so put it away
You talk like a madman, claiming you did it all, acting like the world belongs to you
You’re going on tour and appearing on variety shows
Are you pretending you could do it too if you set your mind to it?
Before worrying about your grades, can you even receive the test sheet, man?
The PD doesn’t even know your name, but jealousy’s already eating you alive, that’s how it is
I don’t really know the meaning, I’ve let everything in my life flow naturally
Even when those I considered friends turn their backs, I just accept it
I threw the dice, straight onto the bare ground
I achieved as much as I suffered for ten years
Everything terrified me
When my brothers left
If this project fails, will I be able to endure like I did last year?
Will my voice reach you?
Above it all is just music
Back then, I might’ve been young, but now nothing threatens me
[Pre-Chorus]
Started from nothing like Peter Parker
Fucked a lot, rodeo thots, bro
Locked myself in the studio, completely out of my mind
When I look at what I spit out, sometimes this whole market feels like my world
Friend, this wasn’t just a game
I’ve changed my entire life
[Chorus]
Bro, look alive, yeah
Fucked a lot, yeah
Fucked a lot, yeah
Now it feels like I’ve just finished the first round
Look alive, yeah
Fucked a lot, yeah
Fucked a lot, yeah
Pipsqueak, pipe down
[Verse 2]
You never change
What should I do with you now? Lock you in a cage
Rotten, rotten, your greasy mind is full of darkness
Comments after comments after comments, damn it
Throwing insults, what kind of confidence is that?
When you’re spending all night roaming various communities
In those moments, do you even see your face in front of the black screen? Ayy
Striking a pose behind the veil, that’s what you do every day
You’ve already been exposed, your heads are bowed
Eyes covered, fingers folded
Put down your handle right now
It’s easy to spot my real fans
There’s no bait to throw, no scandals
But when you’re face to face, it’s embarrassing
Anyone who comes near me freaks out
You think understanding music means you’re on the same level?
You’re full, you’re full, pretending you’ve learned something
A warrior in your room, just not getting any reactions
Fuck you, I don’t give a fuck
At this point, I jump up
We make up the upper class
You can’t break us
[Outro]
This guy’s already weak
Woah, woah, woah, standing in the ring
Issey Miyake wrapped around my wrist
These guys are laid out beneath my feet