Plastic Crown

[Verse 1]
You talk mean, but you talk cheap
Big throne, built on group chats and receipts
You spit venom, then you screenshot
Play victim in a crop-top, same old subplot
Yeah you flex that plastic crown
But your friends all talk when you’re not around
You fake deep in a selfie frame
Petty little queen of a dead-end game
[Chorus]
You’re not hard, you’re just hollow
All bark, no soul to follow
You act cold, you think that’s it
But being cruel don’t make you lit
When they see you’re just pretend
They come running to the real one in the end
You’re not real, just counterfeit
You’re not a savage, you’re just a bitch
[Verse 2]
You throw shade, then you throw fits
Post “loyalty” quotes while you start the hits
You use love like a prop piece
Burn every bridge, then call it “peace”
I don’t chase what you can’t keep
I just listen when your girls speak
They see through that mascara mask
Once it cracks, they don’t come back
[Chorus]
You’re not hard, you’re just hollow
All bark, no soul to follow
You act cold, you think that’s it
But being cruel don’t make you lit
When they see you’re just pretend
They come running to the real one in the end
You’re not real, just counterfeit
You’re not a savage, you’re just a bitch
[Bridge]
You think they’re yours?
Check again
They hit my phone
Call me “friend”
Say they’re tired
Of your spin
When the truth comes out
They don’t stay in
You curse my name, but they’re in my car (yeah)
Laughing at the way you play the star (hey)
You built a world on a fake persona
Now you’re standing there, and it’s all in coma
[Chorus]
You’re not hard, you’re just hollow
All bark, no soul to follow
You act cold, you think that’s it
But being cruel don’t make you lit
When they see you’re just pretend
They come running to the real one in the end
You’re not real, just counterfeit
You’re not a savage, you’re just a bitch

rap, Emo-rap meets pop-punk with male vocals, halftime trap drums jumping into double-time skate-punk blasts. Gritty distorted bass under chugging guitars, verses half-rapped with tight syncopation, choruses shouted with stacked gang vocals and pitchy harmonies. Hook hits hard and fast, with abrupt stop-start breaks and feedback swells for impact, snare and cymbals cutting sharp through a wide, aggressive mix., punk, pop, emo, fake