Fake It

Verse

Ryan talkin’ reckless like he really want smoke,

But every time the pressure hits, he’s the first one broke.

Fake faint on the pavement like a staged-ass scene,

Tryna play the victim just to stay on the screen.

Anger issues? Nah—just a tantrum in disguise,

Whole squad laughin’ every time he dramatize.

Chorus

You ain’t a threat, you ain’t a boss, you ain’t tough on the street,

You a knock-off bad boy with your two-left feet.

Borrowin’ bikes just to fake your shine,

’Cause your own lil’ engine couldn’t tow a thin line.

Verse

Yeah, you hop on my ride ’cause your clout needs a crutch,

Your 70cc cryin’ every time you touch the clutch.

Actin’ like you’re ruthless, like you’re ready for the war,

But you fold faster than the hoodie that you dropped on the floor.

Every pose, every post—yeah it’s all cos-play,

A cardboard gangster tryna make his own Broadway.

Chorus

Call yourself a menace but you barely make a sound,

Except that baby-bike wheeze when you circle ’round town.

You swear you own the block, swear you run this land—

Bro, you couldn’t run a bath with instructions in your hand.

Verse

Little gimp attitude with a big-boy dream,

But your rep so fake it should come with a green screen.

Tryna be a lion but you squeak like a mouse,

Tryna claim a kingdom but you can’t claim your house.

If attention is the currency, then you’re flat-out broke—

Only time you ever “rise” is when you fake that choke.

Chorus

So keep frontin’, keep flexin’, keep livin’ that lie,

’Cause the day you’re legit is the day pigs fly.

This ain’t your throne, this ain’t your crown—

Ryan, sit down—you’re a joke to the town.