Tiny Shiny Objects

[Chorus] Damn (Lame), you're slacking You talk too much, no action Haha, I'm laughin' No one can match the passion (Nah, nah) Yeah, oh well All bets are on myself (On me) Come here, come hold this L Your name don't ring any bells (Yah) [Verse 1] You're flexin' the money you made Like, "Look at the money I'll pay for the name on my clothes" I'm tired of all of the fake Just wanna create, so no, I don't wanna post I said what I said with my chest Won't give me respect, or care, until I'm a ghost Don't care 'bout your follower count Or where you go out, or all of thе people you know Yeah, that's facts Think I might upgradе the pad I'ma need more space for plaques While you shit talk on an app Yeah, callin' me trash, sittin' first class, attendant just asked, if I want a steak Not commentin' back, I'm not even mad, reception is bad, 'cause I'm on a plane Woo, yeah, they hate and never met ya My team needs matchin' Teslas Elon, might have to text ya Woo, yeah, I'm hungrier than ever Feel like I'm back at Nevers Still focused on gettin' better You fold under pressure, I never let pressure dictate the plan I left the West around nine, it should be five when I land I live my life for the moments, you live your life for the 'Gram The time you spend on your captions I'd rather spend with the fam [Chorus] Damn (Lame), you're slacking You talk too much, no action Haha, I'm laughin' No one can match the passion (Nah, nah) Yeah, oh well All bets are on myself (On me) Come here, come hold this L Your name don't ring any bells (Yah) [Verse 2] If I wouldn't take your advice Then why would I take your critique, you know what I mean? You became a critic of me But look at yourself, I know you don't like what you see I went and sent Momma a car Then got a new car, and now, I don't need a key You spend all your time on the Net You sit on the bench and talk like you play for the team, yeah That's honest, here's what I think's ironic You're postin' Bell Let's Talk and all you are is fuckin' toxic Know that's a lot to process, say you believe in progress But base your worth off followers and tiny, shiny objects, haha Honestly just tryin' to help If the shoe fits, maybe you should try and look inside yourself Think about a time when you saw Jobs in a designer belt I have Find My Phone, but I don't have an app to find myself Damn, they wanna tell me who I am I get that people pigeonhole the things that they can't understand I'm top five, motherfucker, I say that because I can I know you're mad 'cause you would rather I act lesser than I am [Chorus] Damn (Lame), you're slacking You talk too much, no action Haha, I'm laughin' No one can match the passion (Nah, nah) Yeah, oh well All bets are on myself (On me) Come here, come hold this L Your name don't ring any bells (Yah) [Outro] When I stopped reachin' out, I realized half the garden was dead I've still got knives in my back from people I thought were friends I can't tell if you're makin' music for the art or the trend I know you bought some of those subs, it must be fun to pretend Remember back when I used to sleep on the floor And they would laugh behind my back and call me and my family poor I came from absolutely nothin', I had to kick down the door See, I would rather be a soldier in a garden than a florist in war