Who You Tryna Impress?

[Verse 1]
Yo, you pull up like the king of the block,
Fast car, loud exhaust, ticking like a clock,
Paid-for abs, got the mirror on lock,
But you’re five-foot-two—bro, who you tryna shock?
Fancy shoes, Prada drip, Gucci bag tight,
But your soul’s empty, like your mansion at night,
All flash, no substance, no bite,
Actin’ like a legend, but the legend ain’t right.
Tryna flex, tryna impress, think you’re elite,
But I see through the smoke, it’s a one-man cheat,
All ego, no heart, no depth, no heat,
You want envy, I give truth, now take a seat.

[Chorus]
Who you think you’re trying to impress?
You wanna make me second guess?
All the shoes, the bags, the Prada swag,
But you can’t fake what’s missing in your tag.
Your house is big, but the soul is hollow,
Tryna flex now, but I’m too hard to follow,
I see through the front, I know the test,
Tryna be the best? Man, you’re just a guest.

[Verse 2]
You can’t take criticism, can’t be the fool,
Gotta play the part, keep up the jewel,
All eyes on you, but you’re lookin’ uncool,
I’m laughing at the show, you the puppet, the tool.
Cash can’t fix what your mirror won’t show,
All the flex in the world can’t help you grow,
You hide in your house, but everyone knows,
Inside it’s hollow, that’s how the story goes.
Try to throw shade, I dodge like a champ,
You wanna ignite, I’m the fire, the lamp,
All bark, no bite, just a cold little stamp,
I roast from the shadows while you play the vamp.

[Chorus]
Who you think you’re trying to impress?
You wanna make me second guess?
All the shoes, the bags, the Prada swag,
But you can’t fake what’s missing in your tag.
Your house is big, but the soul is hollow,
Tryna flex now, but I’m too hard to follow,
I see through the front, I know the test,
Tryna be the best? Man, you’re just a guest.

[Bridge]
Step back, let me break it down for you,
All the shiny stuff won’t make you true,
You chase envy, but the prize is fake,
No depth, no heart, just the image you make.
You want respect, but you can’t take the heat,
Try to show off, but your act’s obsolete,
I’m just standing here, letting the truth speak,
All the hype you bought won’t fix the weak.

[Verse 3]
So ride that car, wear that designer, parade,
I’ll be in the corner, quietly getting paid,
I don’t need the noise, don’t need the charade,
My bars hit harder than the debt you’ve made.
Five-foot-two, but thinking you’re tall,
I see through it all, I don’t stumble or fall,
All the fancy stuff? Yeah, I recall,
Inside your chest, it’s empty, that’s the real ball.
You want the crown, but the throne ain’t free,
I keep it real while you chase envy,
Tryna look perfect, but the flaws I see,
All the money in the world won’t change what you be.

[Chorus]

Aggressive, witty rap with sharp wordplay, playful insults, fast-paced verses, and a confident, biting hook. Strong base