E-Pretend

Intro

Yeah, yeah, ayy, skrrt (skrrt)

Turn the lights up, run that back, run that back

Uh, uh, ayy

Verse

You memed your way up, I built a block from scratch, (yuh)

You selling stickers, I sell shows back-to-back, match for match, (ayy)

Numbers on a name but no weight in the bag, (nope)

Counting followers like coins, counterfeit in the stash, (skrrt)

You flex like a calculator, keys stuck on nine, (ha)

I move like a ledger—real checks, real time, (real)

Talk loud in the comments, keyboard king with a crown, (king)

But I see through the chrome, your kingdom's cardboard now, (peek)

You play at thunder, I write the weather reports, (reports)

You rent a storm for clout, I command the courts, (court)

Every cameo you drop is scripted and recycled, (recycle)

I drop a line, it strands you—sudden and idle, (oh)

You shout “elevate,” but you never cut the rope, (nope)

I'm cutting through illusions, call it telescope, (zoom)

You orbit trends, I'm the planet that sets the pace, (pace)

You buddy up to hype, I rewrite the case, (case)

Vinyl in your bio, but your records skip, (skip)

You a demo in the dark with a borrowed script, (borrowed)

I turned a basement rhyme into a sold-out trip, (sold)

You chasing claps, I chase craft—different currency, (uh)

You chasing replays, I write for longevity, (long)

Name on a screen, but your name ain't got the scars, (no scars)

I got the lines that survive when the cameras are far, (far)

You a short-term flash, I a slow-burn brand, (brand)

You count clicks, I count hands that clap on demand, (clap)

Chorus

You ain't e11even, you an e-pretend, (nah)

You ain't e11even, you an e-pretend, (nah)

You ain't e11even, all your wires bend, (bend)

You ain't e11even, you an e-pretend, (yeah)

You ain't e11even, you an e-pretend, (nah)

You ain't e11even, you an e-pretend, (nah)

You ain't e11even, all your wires bend, (bend)

You ain't e11even, you an e-pretend, (let's go)

Verse

Microphone assassin, you a mini-clip, (clack)

I bring a full report, you a headline blip, (blip)

Your one-liners expire, mine age like fine, (fine)

You sprint to the spotlight and stumble on line nine, (stumble)

I map out moves like chess, king to kingless, (check)

You play checkers on my board, confused by finesse, (huh)

You got a chorus of echoes but none that resonate, (echoes—wait, sorry, scratch that)

I craft a chorus that keeps the city up late, (late)

You rent friends for premieres, I build real scenes, (real)

You sell a plastic dream; I sell the means, (means)

You borrow bass to sound big, I own the sub, (boom)

Your laptop production can't match my club, (club)

You shout for relevance like it's on layaway, (lay)

I cash in every promise, you just play away, (play)

You balance on the surface like a paper crown, (paper)

I drown your shallow waves, bring the tides down, (tide)

You copy-paste lines from the last top ten, (copy)

I'm writing ne