[Intro: Spoken, cocky tone]
(Who?)
They talkin’ big, but I’m the headline
While they busy chasin’ trends, I been redesignin’ mine
You feel me? Nah, you fear me. Let’s go.
[Verse 1: Rap – fast + poetic Eminem-style]
Woke up with a mission, venom in my diction,
Mirror said "Queen," now I’m steppin’ with conviction.
Wrist on cold like I texted ‘em "Read,"
Ice so loud, it’s givin’ nosebleeds.
I don’t follow waves, I tsunami that —
Make a hater drown just from where I’m at.
Talk that talk, but you all type typo,
Bars hit deep, leave a mark like psycho.
They say “tone it down,” like I’m volume 3,
But I spit symphonies in a minor key.
I ain’t your trend, I’m the origin,
Prototype pretty with a brain like sin.
[Pre-Chorus: Spoken-sing with swag]
You flex for clout?
I flex with a clause —
Every move I make,
Got ‘em checkin’ for flaws.
But I’m flawless.
That’s the flaw.
[Chorus: Anthemic vocal + rhythmic chant]
Who the f*** said I couldn’t? (Nah)
Who the f*** said I wouldn’t? (Nah)
You try to gatekeep my crown?
I just break that lock and foot it. (Yeah)
I’m the glitch in the game, I bug it.
Lip gloss drip, but I thug it.
Pretty like poison, sweet then rugged —
I’m the one they copy, b***h, run it.
[Verse 2: Rap – ultra fast, Eminem-style syllable work]
Look—
Talkin’ ‘bout smoke? I’m the full-blown arson,
Fire in my chest, no weak-ass carbon.
Talk slick? Better watch how you park it —
I’m the kind of storm make a thundercloud sharpen.
Clock me, mock me, try to TikTok me,
But I’m way too rare, can’t knock me, stop me.
Drop me? Try—like a pen with no ink,
I don’t dry out — I bleed what you think.
Broke the mold, then I built the factory,
Now I walk in rooms like "who’s matchin’ me?"
Your idol’s idol, your bias bias,
I write in flames, baby, my truth’s the flyers.
[Bridge: Whisper sing / rap combo]
I don’t dress to impress — I dress to confess:
"I’m better than best."
No rest, no stress,
I’m too obsessed
With beatin’ who I was yesterday — bless.
[Verse 3: Rap – razor-sharp, rapid flow, attitude + intellect]
Yeah—
Step in the scene like I hacked the script,
Didn’t need a role, I rewrote the flip.
Barcode bars — I scan and spit,
Every line encrypted, I code then rip.
I’m a glitch in couture, couture in rage,
Pretty with a purpose, mind on stage.
You scroll my face while I climb that wage,
I don’t chase clout — I erase the page.
Y’all drip fake like faucet filters,
My wordplay sharp — tongue cut through winters.
Came from silence, now I’m speaker-killin’,
My past got scars, but the frame worth millions.
I’m the breath before the bassline drops,
I’m the calm before the stage gets rocked.
You post for the likes — I live for the shock,
Like, “How she make truth hit harder than Glocks?”
[Final Chorus: Repeated, explosive vocal ad libs]
Who the f*** said I couldn’t? (Say it loud!)
Who the f*** said I wouldn’t? (Shut it down!)
Every “no” they threw, I cooked it,
Served it raw with a sid
