Hey, I'm not tryna be rude. You support me, I support you. You listen to my music, I'll listen to yours. You follow me, I'll follow you. You wanna advertise remixes of my music, I'll support it. You wanna write me a song because you want to, I'll support it. But for fuck's sake, stop spamming my comment section with your own personal bullshit. I'll take comments, I'll take criticism, but stop acting like I'm just there to advertise yourself. You all know who you are.

I make these lyrics feel like poetry

You post your comments like a notary

You think you're clever and you think you're funny

I don't want your hype

I don't want your money

Why you tryna make my song about you

I don't wanna know what you think about it

I don't wanna know who you're listening to

I don't wanna know who your friend thinks I sound like

And I don't wanna know about your sound

You should've thought about it

That's your fault

Now I gotta read about it

That's your fault

You're never gonna be who I am

No

And I don't wanna hear your band

Why you tryna make my song about you

I don't wanna know what you think about it

I don't wanna know who you're listening to

I don't wanna know who your friend thinks I sound like

And I don't wanna know about your sound

I'm fed up, fed up with the fake parade

Think you gonna ride my train, you got it played

I see through the noise, infiltration and schemes

This ain't your stage, this is my damn scene

You post like a leech, trying to ride the wave

But I'm the ocean, and you'll get swept away

Sick of the tricks, sick of the clone games

This is my fight, and I ain't here to play

Why you tryna make my song about you

I don't wanna know what you think about it

I don't wanna know who you're listening to

I don't wanna know who your friend thinks I sound like

And I don't wanna know about your sound

Step the hell back, I'm not your billboard

You spam your links like I'm your rebound support

You think you're sneaky, think you're sly

I'm not here for your clicks, so don't even try

Cloud chasin' clowns, I'm sick of your front

Pretense and nonsense, a blunt in your stunt

Cut the fake ties, stop the masquerade

I'm the storm, you're just the shade

So don't get the wrong idea, okay? Those of you who know me, know I'm not usually rude or thoughtless, but everyone has a breaking point. Even me. So if you're gonna leave something that has nothing to do with the song you just listened to...Guess what....Deleted.

Yeah, I'm still here punching through all the static,

Tired of these fakes, it's time to get erratic.

Thought they could stop me, thought they could break my stride,

But I’ve been on this hustle, you can never kill my vibe.

I’m the storm they can’t weather, the heat they can't cool,

Wanna clash with the titan, let’s see who’s the real fool.

Laugh it up while you can, ‘cause the payback's a comet,

Going hyper-speed, no way to stop it, no way to calm it.

Think I’m gonna back down? You must be out your mind,

I’m the hunter in this jungle, and I'm tired of being kind.

Feeling betrayed by the ones who fronted with smiles,

Gonna raze all these liars, make it worth the while.

Confused by my rise? Get ready for the quake,

‘Cause my anger’s an inferno and there ain't no escape.

This world ain't for the likes of you, weak and deceiving,

So watch as I take control, ain't no time for grieving.

You hear the echo? It’s the roar of truth and rage,

Caught in the crossfire of this war I wage.

Keep your phony applause, I’m done with the facade,

This is my empire now, welcome to the barrage.