[Intro: Cantrell]
(It's just different)
Look

[Verse 1: Cantrell]
If my shit don't hit right out of the gate, they gon' say, "This ain't hard, this soft plate"
You ain't eating, my n***a, you ain't really the illest
I ain't painting these pictures for you to lend your opinion
I got the glow and dominion, boy, my flow on the ceiling
When I get in my feelings, I moonwalk out them bitches
We like this far from litty, but we keepin' it ignant
We like this close to signing autographs and titties
I know right now it's, "Who dat?"
When I get dough like, "Who there?"
They gon' be all on my sack
I'm Aaron Donald to rap
How I'm stuffing the pockets and how I'm causing the wreck
And if a n***a got a problem, he can get it direct
Action, cut all of the fluff, they all actors
Y'all eat it up, Lil Pump gon' get a Grammy
What happened to fandom?
I ain't seen lil' buddy, what happened to man 'nem?
Please get him a stand-in

[Chorus: Cantrell]
Everybody got something to say
But don't trip, just stay in your lane (Stay in your lane)
A fan ain't a fan if they just gon' hate
They look at us like, "N***a, stay in your place" (Like, n***a, what?)
If shit hit the fan, I might hit a fan
If shit hit the fan, I might hit a fan
If shit hit the fan, I might hit a fan
(Let me tell you somethin', get 'em)

[Verse 2: Cantrell]
Twitter n***as, they make me sick
Twitter hoes make my dick itch
Everybody act like they opinion gonna help they dough rise
N***a, that's Bisquick, look at you, dipshit
Can't argue with you, dawg, your top five got Limp Bizkit
N***a, this is art, not content
I ain't with that nonsense
Staying true double my portion
Scrolling, all I'm seeing is corpses
Know I like my Jordans and my women in assortments
Explore page cater to my demons, I abort it
What have we resorted to?
I'm feeling blue, this shit is morbid
Rap game lame, I should forfeit
Never loss, dawg
See me carry this weight like it's kettle bars, dawg
I been tellin' all y'all
Put the all in Albany, I can do it all, dawg
Making fans feel like pros, they been fooling y'all, dawg
[Chorus: Cantrell]
Everybody got something to say
But don't trip, just stay in your lane (Stay in your lane)
A fan ain't a fan if they just gon' hate
They look at us like, "N***a, stay in your place" (Like, n***a, what?)
If shit hit the fan, I might hit a fan
If shit hit the fan, I might hit a fan
If shit hit the fan, I might hit a fan
(Let me tell you somethin', get 'em)

[Verse 3: Retro Landy]
I'm an inch close from sayin', "Fuck rap," this shit look flaky
I need face tats, a cup of lean, or a chopper to make it
What happened to greatness? I'm impatient with the art
Preppin' food for thought for the tasteless to taste it while we starve
And they ain't have the frustration I faced in the start
We used to care about lyrics, we focused on analytics, my n***a
Is you tryna be a fan or Akademiks?
The numbers should never affect the feelin' (Never)
Even the idols been movin' wicked, I been workin' since the sun up
Tryna be them, they in my DM lookin' for come-ups, wow
This can't be how the cookie crumbled
The crackas beat them, they beat us, tryna pick crumbs up
Man, this shit done hit the fan, they tryna hit they fans
Fuck it, I just came up with a plan, we gon' get some bands
808s and a TikTok dance to go on tour and try to fuck my fans, damn