You wanted the crown till the crown got heavy,

Wanted the stage but your stance ain’t steady.

Posted the pose, but couldn’t perform —

Now the frame’s on the floor, and I ride the storm.

I mapped the moves, you missed the mark,

I lit the fuse, you played in the dark.

Flexed on feed, but froze in fight,

I carried the count, you ghosted the night.

All your edits, empty flair,

Angles, filters — nothing there.

Claimed the throne with shaky hands,

I built the beats, you broke the plans.

You drop, I drive — I don’t rewind.

You stall, I shine — I set the line.

No grace without grind, no truth in your show,

I call it clean, you call it cold.

You dropped the frame, I held the flame,

I built the form, you blurred the name.

I led with logic, you hid in smoke,

I speak in facts, you choke on jokes.

Too loud? Too clear?

Too sharp to steer?

Say I’m cruel — I’m just sincere.

You dropped the frame — don’t spin my claim.

I don’t shrink to fit your shame.

Click-click — you missed the cue,

Snap-snap — I see it through.

Drop-drop — the mask, it shows,

Frame fell flat, and everybody knows.

Pretty pretend with a paper crown,

You post the high, but you hide the down.

Wanted the throne, but skipped the grind,

I’m cut in crystal, you crack in time.

Faded fast when the lights got loud,

I stand steady while you chase the crowd.

Silent queen with a steady aim,

You lost the plot, I keep the frame.

You drop, I drive — I don’t rewind.

You stall, I shine — I set the line.

No grace without grind, no truth in your show,

I call it clean, you call it cold.

You dropped the frame, I held the flame,

I built the form, you blurred the name.

I led with logic, you hid in smoke,

I speak in facts, you choke on jokes.

Too loud? Too clear?

Too sharp to steer?

Say I’m cruel — I’m just sincere.

You dropped the frame — don’t spin my claim.

I don’t shrink to fit your shame.

Ghost in guilt, glitch in your cheer,

I’m the one that stayed when you disappeared.

You play queen with crooked aim,

But you never learned to hold the frame.

You dropped the frame — I kept the beat,

I shaped the silence, I don’t retreat.

You faked the crown, I forged the flame,

Now the crowd remembers my name.

Too fierce? Too real?

Too sharp to kneel?

Too poised to play your deal?

You dropped the frame, exposed your game,

But I’m the girl who lit the name.

Too fierce? Too real?

Too sharp to kneel?

Too poised to play your deal?

You dropped the frame, exposed your game,

But I’ m the girl who lit the name.

(That’s right) Too fierce? Too real?

Too sharp to kneel?

Too poised to play your deal?

You dropped the frame, exposed your game,

But I’ m the girl who lit the name.