Run Jayvon Run

Verse

Yo, Jayvon, soft like a pillow fight, no bite (nah)

Talk tough in DMs, but duck when the real ones slide (skrrt)

Keyboard commando, frontin' like a unit, fraud tight

Whole crew rented, you rented confidence by the night (by the night)

You a paper tiger, flimsy roar, fold at the first gust

Say you want smoke, I send a breeze — watch you combust (watch)

Flexin' thrift-store trophies, counterfeit trust

You flip-flop on principle like laundry — turn to dust (uh-huh)

Clout-chaser, trend-chaser, caption faker, broke cap gator

You a demo of a boss, I the platinum release — creator (boom)

Lips loud, moves quiet, scared to step, spectator (shh)

Call you "broke script," your lines got no flavor (dead)

You pull up in borrowed braids, wear somebody else’s name

I pull the thread, unravel the scam, expose the shame (yessir)

(da da da) Toy soldier fallin’ when the ground shift, crash—crack

You bark pre-recorded, I snuff live — blackout, blackout, black (black)

Chorus

Run, run, Jayvon run (run, run) — when the real ones come (come)

Talk big, act small — you're a shadow with no sun (no sun)

Run, run, Jayvon run (run, run) — curtain call, you're done (done)

I write your obituary in bars — signed, sealed, son (ha)

Run, run, Jayvon run (run, run) — yeah, run, run (run)

Watch me feed you to the beat, watch me have my fun (fun)

Run, run, Jayvon run — your alarm's been rung (ring)

This is the last episode — fade to black, you're done (done)

Verse

You recycle insults like cans, no original bite (no bite)

Claim king in group chats, but crumble in a real fight (poof)

Shaky steps, timid breath, you a Tuesday night fright

I come stormin' like payday — you just pay? Nah, you slight (skip)

Your receipts got dust, your story's ghostwritten, counterfeit

I audit your lies, freeze your bank of brag — bankrupt, unfit (freeze)

You play pop-star in the mirror, chorus on repeat

But when the doors swing open, your courage leaves its seat (seat)

I spit mosaics — piece by piece, your image crack, collapse

You a stunt double for a boss, I'm the blueprint and the maps (maps)

Puppet strings in public, but alone you tug yourself small

I cut the ropes, watch you tumble — puppet down the hall (down)

You a rumor with no legs, I put facts on display

You a flicker in my shadow — I eclipse, then pave the way (yeah)

(wham-bam) Last word, last laugh — I set the final tone

You keep runnin' in circles, I cast the cornerstone (corner)