Crown Built For Me

Ayy... Turn me up.

You wanna be me?

That's cute.

You wanna be me,

but the fit ain't eating,

Looking like your closet lost the whole damn meeting.

Face card declined, style on freeze,

Trying to copy me?

Girl, rest in peace...

to your drip. All these girls mad,

yeah, they stay obsessed,

Watching every move while they looking a mess.

Always got opinions, never got receipts,

Talking so loud, still can't compete.

Your whole personality came from my page,

Copy and paste, but you still look staged.

I'm the blueprint, you're the rough draft,

I'm the whole movie,

you're the deleted cast.

Boom! Attitude hit like a bass drop.

Every time I walk in,

all the whispers stop.

Queen energy, yeah, I'm booked and busy,

You still trying hard just to look this pretty.

Stay pressed, stay mad,

that's your job. I don't throw shade—I just let you flop.

You want my vibe?

You can't afford that.

Confidence priceless, remember that.

(priceless) Talking behind me?

Thanks for the promo.

Without my name, your page moving so slow.

Cheap talk, cheap fits,

cheap lies too, The only thing fake here is everything you do.

You call it hate,

I call it fan behavior.

Every little comment just made me greater.

Looking for attention? Go look in a mirror.

Maybe then the problem'll finally get clearer.

I'm ten steps up while you still pretend,

Buying fake trends that already ended.

You want my shine?

Better get your own,

'Cause this queen built her own throne.

No debate. No competition.

You wanted my crown...

But it only fits me.