[Intro: Tank and the Bangas]
You're in way over your head
(La-la, la-la)
(La-la, la-la)

[Verse 1: Tank and the Bangas]
You ain’t dope, you whack whack
You too Black, you fat fat
You ain't high enough on the scale
I mean, you cool 'n all but you ain’t LL
You ain't Yonce, you ain't Riri
You ain't Mary J, you might as well be the KKK
You on some ghost shit, nobody knows you kid
Excuse me miss, do you have an ID?
Or an Hi-C, an icy, thirsty ass
You ain't cold, fuck outta here
You wildin' here, nobody knows you, nobody owes you, kid
You do know there are levels, right?
There are scales, where your likes at?
Get your weight up, get your dreams up, grow your team up
Get them streams up
That Tiny Desk shit only gon' last so long
Girl, whеre are your new songs, whеre are your new poems?
What are you anyway, are you a poet or a singer?
Nah, you a rapper, huh?
Well good luck with it, don't get in it if you ain’t tryna win it
Can’t get satisfied, can't get too comfortable
Can’t get stagnant or complacent in that basement
This shit really will pass you by
If you don't open your eyes and watch the stove
Cause the stove is hot cooking red beans and chitlins
Pork chops poppin' and you ain't poppin’ yet
Ain't no tryna be great, either you is or you ain't
Ain't no tryna be great, either you is or you ain't
[Chorus: Tank and the Bangas]
If the hype is hype and the lights don't lie
And the streams don't sell and the album fails
If your fans don't buy and you wonder why
No ties, just sigh (La-la, la-la)
(Way over your head)

[Verse 2: Tank and the Bangas]
You patrollin' and scrollin'
Trolling and hoping that someone pays you attention
Well, here is a round of applause for the clapback queen
The typing typo, the inflated ego
The Wi-Fi ninja, the disrespectful loose-lips
Loose key grips, the tea spilled
Spilled all over laptops screen and chips
All whiles holding your self-esteem up with a bad wrist
Bitch, outta here, where are your new songs?
Whenever you forget what you doing this for
Remember to expand, Craig (La-la)
If not for you, for your fans, Craig (La-la)
For the people that wanna see you win, Craig (La-la)
I know sometimes you not confident, you feel incompetent
You lack confidence but a lot of people lack that
Work through that, fight through that
Remember that you meet failure, you don't end with that
You keep going, you keep working
You keep making ugly shit that others find beautiful
You work through your insecurities, your jealousy
Your "not good enoughs," your "not cute enough"
Your "not fine enough," your "dope enoughs"
You're not enough, never enough, too much
Gotta keep working, searching
Learning, lurking, looking for your purpose
Have you found it yet, found it yet?
Have you found you? (Have you found it?)
Have you found it yet? (Have you found it?)
Have you found you yet? (Your purpose?)
Have you foun— (Found it!) (Have you?)
Have you?
[Outro: Tank and the Bangas]
(La-la, la-la)
(La-la, la-la)
(La-la, la-la)
(La-la, la-la)
(La-la, la-la)
(La-la, la-la)