
Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Just playing and winning They talking like, "You don't deserve it" Same boys fronting in the group chat In person, they getting all nervous (yeah) They trashing, they lying But all of that noise feel quiet I see them typing essays But live, they suddenly shy, yeah I came from the back row Turned pressure into practice They praying I slip But I’m dancing all over the madness (hey) Got my feet on they rumors Turn the gossip into my carpet They aiming low with them comments I’m aiming high like a target [Chorus] So I stop And I just laugh in they face (ha!) You really mad I found my place? You really hate that I got taste? So I stop And I just laugh in they face (yeah) Talking big, but it’s all fake All that shade, I turn to grace [Verse 2] They saying I’m lucky But they ain’t see nights I was breaking Talking like I never struggle Like this crown came pre-made and plated They act like the ref Still can’t call their own fouls Posting whole fake stories But I’m the one they leave out the vowels I see right through that filter See pixels behind that pride They throw their words like knuckles But miss me every time I don’t even raise my voice Silence hit harder than beef Smile sharp like a secret Let ‘em choke on disbelief (woo) [Chorus] So I stop And I just laugh in they face (ha!) You really mad I found my place? You really hate that I got taste? So I stop And I just laugh in they face (yeah) Talking big, but it’s all fake All that shade, I turn to grace [Bridge] Why I gotta beg for respect From people that don’t respect theyself? Why I gotta answer to kids Who never showed up for they own help? I’m done with the begging, the pleading Done giving energy, feeding You can keep talking that talk I’ll keep on winning, repeating (repeat it) [Chorus] So I stop And I just laugh in they face (ha!) You really mad I found my place? You really hate that I got taste? So I stop And I just laugh in they face (laugh) Talking big, but it’s all fake All that shade, I turn to grace (yeah)
Tags
rap, Moody trap-rap over sparse, minor-key piano; roomy drums with a lazy swing and deep sub bass. Verses stay close and conversational, tight doubles on key punchlines. Hook lifts with layered, slightly detuned vocal harmonies and extra reverb on the word “laugh.” Occasional reverse-piano swells between sections for tension. Male vocals, confident but playful, leaning into sarcastic ad-libs and pockets of silence.
2:41
No
2/16/2026