You a Soundbite

Intro

(ayy) skrrt, skrrt — yeah, yeah

(uh-huh) watch me, watch me (watch)

Verse

You talk loud in the room but your words are hollow glass, uh

Sound like a ringtone on loop, canned laugh, copy-paste, trash, ayy

You sell a story for likes, I sell the whole chapter — hardcover

You floss with borrowed lines, I build with my own water

You on a wind-up toy hustle, I move like a clockwork plan

You squint at my skyline, I let the sun land in my hands

You got a cameo life, I headline and I stay booked

You counterfeit courage, I got original hooks (oh)

Flip a clip, I got receipts, you got a highlight reel lie

You play king on borrowed turf, I'm the reason maps get redrawn, why? (why)

All your bravado's on layaway, you ghost when pressure speaks

I cook storms out the pantry, you boiling rags in weak heat

Pockets full of excuses, mine got every stamp and fold

You talk a big game on a kid's arcade, token sold

Name dropping like confetti, empty air, fake glitter

I'm architecture — you origami, fold and crumble, bitter

You tryna climb my ladder with a selfie-stick and a grin

I built stairs from backbone — sorry, there ain't room for sin

(ayy) Uh, face it, you a file I already closed and archived

Keep my circle tight, your GPS don't locate our tribe (skrrt)

Chorus

You a soundbite, I'm the whole movie (yeah)

You a soundbite, I'm the whole movie (yeah)

You a soundbite, I'm the whole movie (yeah)

You a soundbite, I'm the whole movie (yeah)

Verse

I see your resume: cameo, cameo, applause economy

Call it rented confidence — you paying for the phony

Every line you spit got a ghostwriter with a grin

I write my lines in titanium — they bend, you crack, give in

You flex with filters, I sculpt with daylight and grit

You sell a recycled hustle, label it bespoke fit

You shout loud in crowds but your echo's just a cough

I speak, the room listens — silence do the math and coughs off

Name a lie, I'll name the receipt, I'm the ledger, not the rumor

You drop petty shots that bounce off like bad humor (ha)

You betting on my fall, but I'm already two moves ahead

Your chess game's checkered squares got corners made of lead

You cheap talk, I coin phrases; they tattoo on playlists

You chasing headlines; I make quiet laws they can't resist

I move calm like a lighthouse — you just flash when storms pass

I stay anchored while you float like a plastic gas mask

Your threats are costume drama, mine's documentary proof

I win in slow-motion, rewind, freeze-frame, truth

(ayy) Keep talking, keep clapping — sound like applause for a mime

While I collect real miles, you collect online time (uh-huh)

Chorus

You a soundbite, I'm the whole movie (yeah)

You a soundbite, I'm the whole movie (yeah)

You a soundbite, I'm the whole movie (yeah)

You a soundbite, I'm the whole movie (yeah)

Bridge

Talk cheap, play cheap, live cheap — nah, not my lane (no)

You scream fireworks, I