You Talk Big

Intro

Ayy, turn the mic up, turn the light up, listen—

Ha! (hey!) Yeah, yeah, yeah

Verse

You raid my closet like you pay the rent, bruh, give it back

Walking round in my hoodie like you found your backbone in a rack

Your mixtape's a bedtime story — I fell asleep on track

You claim you run the game but you can't even run the app

Always borrowin' my charger, never bring it back charged

Talk loud in the group chat but offline you dodge calls

You flex a borrowed sneaker, pretend it's your own star

I see through that fake shine like a cracked car window, raw

You steal the last slice and act like you did me a favor

Petty like a paper cut, man, I'm more razor than savor

Tryna clap at my comeback, you just burst like bad soap

I write bars, you write excuses, that's your biopic, nope

You the kind who buys big talk, small wallet, empty chest

Mascara for your ego, but the man underneath's a guest

You chase clout on a borrowed bike, pedals squeak and creak

I built my lane on sweat — you still rent a parking seat

You call yourself the king, but your crown ain't even fit

It's plastic in a bargain bin, man, this throne's counterfeit

You sell tall tales to kids while I invest in real proof

You get applause in your head, I get bills paid by the truth

So take a step back, little bro, this lesson's overdue

I'm the thunder you ignore until I strike right through you (ha!)

Chorus

You talk big, you talk loud, you act tough (act tough), yeah

You talk big, you talk loud, you act tough (act tough), yeah

You talk big, you talk loud, you act tough (act tough), yeah

You talk big, you talk loud — but you bluff (bluff), ayy

Verse

Remember when you swore you'd beat me at the console? Nah

Lag in your game, lag in your life, it's all faux pas

You ghost on plans, then post a smile like you never bailed

I bring receipts, you bring excuses — your alibi's for sale

You copy my lines, but the delivery is weak, off beat

I'm writing manifestos; you're scribbling grocery sheets

You clap when cameras flash — but shy away from work

You got opinions in bold but your spine in italics, shirk

I taught you how to tie shoes, now you trip on your own laces

Actin' like a headline while I'm writing front-page cases

You hustle for a cameo in the story of my rise

I'm the chorus, the hook, the hook in all your lies

You call it sibling rivalry; I call it final exam

You got detention for the same mistakes — that's your program

Your comebacks are reruns, stale jokes from a thrift store

I bring new seasons, fresh scripts — encore, encore

You think you're savage, wannabe, a prank on my name

I'm the storm you invited, now you're soaked in your own fame

So pack up that loud mouth, and learn to respect the art

When it comes to real grind, you still trippin' at the start (yuh)

Bridge

Ha! (watch) Look—

You borrowed all my lines, still couldn't write a verse

Talked a big game, but your score