Your a liability Nah Nah I’m Good

**[Verse 1]**  
I’m allergic to your energy, keep the drama at a distance,  
Saw your true colors, that’s a palette I ain’t mixin’.  
Talking ‘bout investments, you just runnin’ up expenses—  
I add up to success, you just decimals and tension.  

I’m cut from a fabric that they can’t even afford,  
You stitching up your story, but I see right through the cord.  
You audition for my circle but the vibe ain’t gettin’ casted,  
I leveled up my worth, you still working on your password.  

Could’ve let you ride, but you can’t read the dash—  
Speeding wit’ complaints, always running out of gas.  
You textin’ for the answers, I’m in meetings with the answers,  
I’m too booked for your chapters, you just fillers in my stanza.  

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**[Chorus]**  
Nah nah, I’m good, I ain’t picking up—  
You a liability, I’m just stacking up my luck.  
Nah nah, I’m good, you can keep the fake love,  
I’m a luxury expense, you just write-offs for the scrubs.  

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**[Verse 2]**  
I’m the stock you wish you copped before the IPO,  
You the reason all the bankers hit decline on the loan.  
I’m the main attraction, you an intermission joke—  
Tried to ride my wave, but you barely stayed afloat.  

You a caution sign, I’m the lane that’s always open,  
You the kind to take a L, then try to blame it on the coaching.  
I’m working like I’m broke, living like I’m chosen,  
While you chasing trends, I’m the moment in the motion.  

See, I’m on a mission, got a different intuition—  
You the type to go missing when the numbers in submission.  
I’m allergic to the risk, if the risk ain’t got returns—  
You a lesson I deducted, had to watch my bridges burn.  

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**[Chorus]**  
Nah nah, I’m good, I ain’t picking up—  
You a liability, I’m just stacking up my luck.  
Nah nah, I’m good, you can keep the fake love,  
I’m a luxury expense, you just write-offs for the scrubs.  

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**[Outro]**  
I’m, yeah, I’m good, that’s a promise, not a flex—  
Did the audit on your vibe, and the numbers don’t invest.  
I’m the asset in the room, you just paperwork to shred,  
So nah nah, I’m good—boy, you heard what I said.

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