

Prompt / Lyrics
(Verse 1) Yo, still boilin' over, ain't no peace I find, Your twisted games still playin' on my fuckin' mind. These broads in my orbit, think they got a free pass, Used to be the giver, now I'm breakin' the glass. Wasn't no free lunch, you devoured my damn trust, Feelin' this burnin' anger, turnin' to pure dust. Like a caged animal, hear the fury in my hiss, Still dealin' with these vipers, searchin' for a kiss. (Chorus) Yeah, still done with the fakin', still this charade, You slithering snakes makin' moves in the shade. Kindness ain't weakness, don't get it twisted, Still a fuckin' raging storm, babe, better not risk it. [Background Vocal: Still fucking these bitches, st-still fucking these hoes, Fucking up their heads to their stanky ass souls.] 2x (Verse 2) That sugar-coated poison, the lies you'd imbue, Thought it was redemption, but it cut right through. Your light was a promise, thought you'd be my guide, Still sweepin' up fragments, where the damn truth died. You swore you were different, then shattered it with glee, Made me feel like the villain, still the fuckin' enemy. Every sweet nothin' a landmine, still dodgin' the blast, Haunted by your phantom touch, memories that won't pass. (Bridge) Still callin' out the phonies, the masks they all wear, Lookin' past the sparkle, seein' the vacant stare. Your love was a weapon, and I took the worst blow, Still rewritin' my story—watch the real me grow. (Chorus) Yeah, still done with the fakin', still this charade, You slithering snakes makin' moves in the shade. Kindness ain't weakness, don't get it twisted, Still a fuckin' raging storm, babe, better not risk it. [Background Vocal: Still fucking these bitches, st-still fucking these hoes, Fucking up their heads to their stanky ass souls.] 2x (Verse 3) Still claimin' my power, ain't no more bendin' low, Heart's a fuckin' inferno, watch the bitter ashes flow. Thought you could drown me? I'm tougher than your fire, With every breath I'm climbin', takin' myself higher. Still spillin' out the darkness, yeah, the hurt and the spite, Can't keep me bound, I'm that phoenix in the light. Take your fake affection and choke on the appeal, My kindness is a fortress, and my anger's fuckin' real. (Outro) So here's to the aftermath, these scars remain deep, Still ain't bein' gentle, while the fuckin' promises sleep. Still ain't gettin' walked on, the pain's a damn cost, From the ashes I'm burnin'—your wicked game is lost. [Background Vocal: Still fucking these bitches, st-still fucking these hoes, Fucking up their heads to their stanky ass souls.] 2x
Tags
j Cole type beat
3:08
No
6/19/2025