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