Lyrics (Verse 1) Yo, you logged in loud, tryna talk that mess, Flexin’ RALR quotes like you own the press, Keyboard warrior in a fandom vest, But you glitch like your takes, never pass the test. Spamming all caps like it’s deep insight, But you just parrot tweets, can’t win a fight. You ain't meta, just mad with a mic, Got a one-track mind and a petty spite. (Chorus) 2HERE, but never too clear, Toxic fanboy, we ain't buying the cheer. Riding trends like a hype train crash, Came with smoke, now you ghost like ash. (Verse 2) You gatekeep art like you signed the deal, But you just lurk threads, can't tell what's real. Calling others “mid” while you mimic the reel, Just a clone with a tone and a highlight feel. Claim RALR’s king, but you drag his name, With your fake hot takes and your thirst for fame. This ain’t love, it’s a stan gone lame— You harm what you hype, bro, shame your game. (Bridge) You ain't building, just breaking scenes, Wanna flex receipts, but your soul ain't clean. From comments to streams, it’s the same ol' mean, But real ones see through your fake routine. (Outro) So keep that noise in your echo cave, Your clout got lost in the wave you crave. RALR deserves fans, not a digital slave, Time to log out, kid—go learn how to behave
