You Got Roasted

Intro

(uh) ayy, ayy, ayy (skrrt)

Turn the mic up, turn the lights up, let’s go

Verse

Step in the room, I brought receipts and a grin (yuh)

You flexin’ paper plates, I see right through the tin

Got a ringtone stuck on 'brag' — it's barely playin' (ha)

Your highlights look like spoilers for a movie that's delayin'

You talk big game but your joystick's a flat battery

Instagram chef, but you burn TV dinners casually

I counted your followers, then I counted your lies

Both ended up light — like your mixtape supply

You got confidence on discount, clearance section pride

Wore last season's excuses, man, they ripped at the side

Your comebacks come late, like buses in the rain (slow)

I serve verses like receipts — itemized, plain

You borrow swagger, return it with stains

I'm the fine print you missed, the truth in the lane (ayy)

You a cameo, I'm the feature, front page headline

You play Monopoly with real friends, that's a crime (skrrt)

I roast like a sunrise, warm up, then I shine (ha)

Pre-chorus

Watch the crowd tilt when I line up the facts (watch)

Your confidence wobble like a phone with no back

Say it louder, say it prouder, run it back (run it back)

I got receipts, I got receipts — in black and white I stack

Chorus

You got roasted, you got roasted, you got roasted, you got roasted (yeah)

You got roasted, you got roasted, you got roasted, you got roasted (ayy)

(Oh-oh) burnt paper crown, singin' soprano wrong (whoa)

You got roasted, you got roasted, you got roasted, you got roasted (ha)

Verse

Heard you call me petty — I call that cardio (cardio)

Cookin' up lines, your alibi's undercooked, cameo

You show up to fights with soft hands and soft jokes

I swing syllables heavy, knock loose every cloak

You thirsty for attention, but you got cheap taste (ugh)

Sippin' on compliments like they're on layaway, waste

You tried to snap back, but the camera found the blur

Your comeback's a whisper, mine's a mic drop, sir

I watch your confidence split like a cracked screen (crack)

You buffer in real life, buffering on the scene

Your flex is a rumor, retold with bad angles

I break it down quick, call it lyrical shambles

You allergic to work — break out in excuses (achoo)

Allergy to effort, got you relyin' on muses

You hustle for clout, I hustle for craft (yeah)

You a one-note ringtone, I'm the full math

You clap for yourself, echo in an empty room (clap)

I clap back with facts, stadium‑size boom (boom)

Pre-chorus

Spin it, rewind it, watch your myth deflate (watch)

Your empire's made of paper — welcome to the state

Say your name louder, I'ma teach you how to wait (wait)

I got rhymes like receipts, stamped, sealed, on slate

Chorus

You got roasted, you got roasted, you got roasted, you got roasted (yeah)

You got roasted, you got roasted, you got roasted, you got roasted (ayy)

(La-la) crown slid off, it’s sittin' on the floor (on the floor)

You got