Street Canvas

Yeah, yeah

Listen up

You thought you were rare?

Nah…

Bitch, you’re not one in a million,

you’re one in a few,

Think you’re something special?

I can see right through you.

You’re chasing that spotlight like it’s something brand new,

But the world keeps spinning like it always used to.

Bitch, you’re not one in a million,

you’re one in a few,

Ain’t nobody waiting around just to hear what you do.

You can talk like a star,

you can flex like you’re new,

But being loud don’t make the whole world choose you.

You walk in the room like the room owes you praise,

Got a head full of hype and a mouth full of claims.

Everybody’s “different,” everybody’s “the one,” Till the lights turn off and the

show comes undone. You want that crown,

but the crown ain’t free,

You want everybody else to see what you see.

But being in the crowd doesn’t make you elite,

If you wanna be rare,

better bring something unique.

No hate, no shade,

just telling the truth,

Everybody wants the title,

but what makes you you?

You can’t call yourself gold just because you shine— If everybody’s doing

it, you’re standing in line.

Bitch, you’re not one in a million,

you’re one in a few,

Think you’re something special?

I can see right through you.

You’re chasing that spotlight like it’s something brand new,

But the world keeps spinning like it always used to.

One in a million?

That’s a hell of a claim,

But numbers don’t matter when you’re playing the game.

If you really got talent,

let the talent speak,

You don’t need validation every day of the week.

So drop the ego,

put the flex on mute,

Stop telling everybody what you’re “destined” to do.

If you’re really that rare,

you got nothing to prove— Let the work talk first,

then the world will choose.

Bitch, you’re not one in a million…

You’re one in a few.

And if you wanna be different?

Then show me something new.