Niamh, You Played Yourself

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
You did this to yourself, Niamh
For real
[Verse 1]
You was talkin’ like you big time
Whole story got a split spine
Every word that you post online
Got more cap than a grad line
You was tryna play queen on a fold-out chair
Talk loud, but your heart so bare
Act cold, but you mad insecure
Tryna slam doors in a glass house, swear
You the type to send texts, then delete ’em
Screenshot friends, then repeat ’em
Cry wolf, then blame the freedom
Mask on tight, but we see the seams, huh
[Chorus]
Niamh, you played yourself
Run your mouth, then beg for help
Act so tough, but you built like fear
Every lie that you told right here
Niamh, you played yourself
Turned fake love into your whole wealth
Now your name just means one thing clear
All talk, no heart, my dear (yeah)
[Verse 2]
You ain’t savage, you just bitter
Screenshot queen, lil’ timeline litter
Every move, tryna chase that glitter
But you stay pressed like a cheap print picture
You was throwin’ shade from a blocked account
Now you mad that the truth came out
You a rumor in a discount gown
Tryna flex credit that you never found
You switch sides like a playlist shuffle
Act all sweet, then you stir that trouble
You want smoke? You a paper bubble
One tap gone, that simple double
[Chorus]
Niamh, you played yourself
Run your mouth, then beg for help
Act so tough, but you built like fear
Every lie that you told right here
Niamh, you played yourself
Turned fake love into your whole wealth
Now your name just means one thing clear
All talk, no heart, my dear (yeah, yeah)

rap, Hard-hitting drill-leaning hip hop beat, menacing low-end and sharp trap hats. Male vocals with tight, rhythmic delivery and occasional doubled ad-libs. Hook explodes with stacked chants and call‑and‑response; verses stay clipped and petty, packed with punchlines. Sparse piano stabs and eerie pads in the background, snare slaps extra crisp on punchlines., hip hop