You're In Way Over Your Head

[Intro: Tank and the Bangas] You're in way over your head (La-la, la-la) (La-la, la-la) [Verse 1: Tank and the Bangas] You ain’t dope, you whack whack You too Black, you fat fat You ain't high enough on the scale I mean, you cool 'n all but you ain’t LL You ain't Yonce, you ain't Riri You ain't Mary J, you might as well be the KKK You on some ghost shit, nobody knows you kid Excuse me miss, do you have an ID? Or an Hi-C, an icy, thirsty ass You ain't cold, fuck outta here You wildin' here, nobody knows you, nobody owes you, kid You do know there are levels, right? There are scales, where your likes at? Get your weight up, get your dreams up, grow your team up Get them streams up That Tiny Desk shit only gon' last so long Girl, whеre are your new songs, whеre are your new poems? What are you anyway, are you a poet or a singer? Nah, you a rapper, huh? Well good luck with it, don't get in it if you ain’t tryna win it Can’t get satisfied, can't get too comfortable Can’t get stagnant or complacent in that basement This shit really will pass you by If you don't open your eyes and watch the stove Cause the stove is hot cooking red beans and chitlins Pork chops poppin' and you ain't poppin’ yet Ain't no tryna be great, either you is or you ain't Ain't no tryna be great, either you is or you ain't [Chorus: Tank and the Bangas] If the hype is hype and the lights don't lie And the streams don't sell and the album fails If your fans don't buy and you wonder why No ties, just sigh (La-la, la-la) (Way over your head) [Verse 2: Tank and the Bangas] You patrollin' and scrollin' Trolling and hoping that someone pays you attention Well, here is a round of applause for the clapback queen The typing typo, the inflated ego The Wi-Fi ninja, the disrespectful loose-lips Loose key grips, the tea spilled Spilled all over laptops screen and chips All whiles holding your self-esteem up with a bad wrist Bitch, outta here, where are your new songs? Whenever you forget what you doing this for Remember to expand, Craig (La-la) If not for you, for your fans, Craig (La-la) For the people that wanna see you win, Craig (La-la) I know sometimes you not confident, you feel incompetent You lack confidence but a lot of people lack that Work through that, fight through that Remember that you meet failure, you don't end with that You keep going, you keep working You keep making ugly shit that others find beautiful You work through your insecurities, your jealousy Your "not good enoughs," your "not cute enough" Your "not fine enough," your "dope enoughs" You're not enough, never enough, too much Gotta keep working, searching Learning, lurking, looking for your purpose Have you found it yet, found it yet? Have you found you? (Have you found it?) Have you found it yet? (Have you found it?) Have you found you yet? (Your purpose?) Have you foun— (Found it!) (Have you?) Have you? [Outro: Tank and the Bangas] (La-la, la-la) (La-la, la-la) (La-la, la-la) (La-la, la-la) (La-la, la-la) (La-la, la-la)