Verse 1
Hey you, ya im talking to you
I've seen you walking round, chilling with your crew

Your clothes all new, a fresh hair due
Thinkin that your %#@!, smells like perfume
But truth is you get watchu want from your mother

And since youre spoiled, you look down on all the others
Normal kids, who got normal %#@!
Wait, hold up, do you even know what normal is?

Prolly not cause you always had it easy
And when i say lifes hard you prolly wouldnt believe me
Cause you've always had the riches, and had the (*##$es

And because of that you expect to be treated different?
Nah, you aint getting it from me
And if you wanna learn one lesson from me

$#&@ yo image, lifes about personality
And kids aint like that, but thats just how it should be


(Hook)

Cause in the end most people aint true

Thinking they the best at everything they do
While deep down inside, they know its a lie
But still put on an act like they got something to prove

So whos you tryna act all tough?
So screw you i can call you bluff
You dress to impress like youre better than the rest

But in the end yo you just one of us

Verse 2


So? you put yourself on a pedastool?
Gettin dressed up, when you head to school

Lookin down on those not on your level
Pshhh your cool, what, do you wanna medal?
But you deserve last place, cause you act fake

And you really think that youre that great
Well your not, you get yo money from your parents hun
And i bet you got some secrets your embarresed of

So, you put on a mask with a fake image
Cause you dont people knowing that you a gimick
You cover up with make up to look pretty

But inside that personality looks %#@!ty
So listen up sweety, lifes full of %#@!
And the way you been actings so fullish

Thinkin youre the best and got reality set
Well truth is, you needa reality check


(Hook repeat)

Cause in the end everyones the same

We have one life and we each have a name
And i know it sound lame, but you cant deny the facts
And theres people out there who think they above that

They think theyre something, they think theyre stuntin
But quit frontin, you aint nothin
And truth be told yeah that was me

A punk $$# kid who sagged his jeans
A prick, who sipped vicks, and thought he was the %#@!
Who was quick to mix fist, with anyone who dissed

Who would sit, and get sick from fentanyl hits
Who turned to a narrcist, when he tripped
Then i finally took a good look in the mirror

Let go of my fears, and it all became clear
The sippin, and trippin, and twistin had to stop
Cause its not cool to be somebody that your not


(Hook Final)