Main Act

Intro

Yeah, ayy, listen up, listen up

Skrrt, skrrt, yeah (yuh)

Verse

You been practicing the act, little puppet with the strings, uh

Say you top-tier, but your crown's just costume bling, uh

I watch the script you read — predictable, prewritten lines

I'm off-book, off-grid, I'm the glitch inside your timeline

You talk forever, thin noise, all static in the feed

I'm the headline that breaks it, front page on repeat (ayy)

You built a house of cards in a storm, it folded fast

I build with boulders, lay the mortar, make the concrete last

You shout loud in the room but your echo's out of tune

I bring bass to the bones, make the whole roof go boom (boom)

Keyboard general, you never fielded real fights

I write verses like strikes — lightning, night, flight

You sell illusions, coupons for a cheap applause

I sell out stadiums while you clap for a mirrored cause

Quick with the cold burn, scorch marks in your name

You recycle the same lines, I'm the wildfire, untamed (yuh)

You point fingers, count followers, measure hollow weight

I count milestones, footnotes on the books you couldn't make

So watch me elevate, levitate above your petty shelf

You tryna flex, but all you built was somebody else

I laugh — ha-ha (ha), I laugh — ha-ha (ha)

You signed up for the game, forgot you weren't in charge

Chorus

I don't play nice, I'm not your preview, I'm the main act, yeah (main act)

I don't play nice, I'm not your preview, I'm the main act, yeah (main act)

I don't play nice, I'm not your preview, I'm the main act, yeah (main act)

I don't play nice, I'm not your preview, I'm the main act, yeah (main act)

Verse

You claim you built a legacy, but you leased the name

I bought property in sound — deed stamped, no shame

Your resume's a highlight reel of borrowed lines and clout

My ledger's full of receipts, every loss I turned to route (route)

You run with timid packs, bark loud, no bite (no bite)

I'm apex — silent stalk, midnight, strike (skrrt)

You got a map to somebody's win; you keep getting lost

I read the compass, set the course, never count the cost

Your bravado's cheap chrome, flashy till the rain hit

Mine's tempered steel, scars shine like a saint's script

I see through the veneer — cheap paint, hollow frame

I bring thunder to the mic, you bring a leaky flame

You thought a headline would define you, press release a throne

I turn every setback into a verse, turn pain into my home (ayy)

You chase clout like ghosts, phantom checks, fake friends

I stack legacies with calluses, blood sweat till the end

So keep shouting your illusions on corners, in the chat

I'll be the final verdict — mic drops, and that's that

I spit truth like acid, clean the rust from the stage

You just scribble in margins, I'm blazing every page

(Skrrt) watch me pivot, watch me flip the script you wrote

You were a footnote in my story; now I'm the quote

Bridge

Oh — you thought you