You say you're the future but your tracks are all past
Every promise glitters, but the record's never cast
You walk through the party like the crown has found its head
But the host forgot your name when the last guest is fed
Your story is tall but the track is not there
Your moment's a rumor that you rent by the month
The label checks the numbers and they all stay blank
Your press kit's a folder full of borrowed thanks
Your interview loops are just a broken phrase
You answer with a laugh and wave at every gaze
The fans in the room turn away from your haze
And all that remains is a billboard in a daze
Before you take the crown, show me a finished track,
Not a snippet, not a demo, not a comeback fact.
Give me a record that I can spin loud,
Or step aside and let the work begin.
Your page is a draft
But you talk like you've been to the bank
They ask for the tape, you bring a laugh
Your whole fortune's built on a mirage
The press walks right by
Your name's a rumor that they can't buy
They check your discs and they ask for more
But all you have is a promise you swore
So what now?
The buzz dies fast when the work is thin
You've been around but you haven't even begun
The spotlight points but it lands on a sin
Your only credit is the noise you made within
They give you a quick glance then they kill the screen
Your name is a placeholder nobody has seen
You can buy all the billboards but you can't buy the years
The audience knows the difference from the cheers
So stop the pose, start the build, let it reveal
Your first real song will answer for the whole deal
Let the rhythm carry all the things you can't say
Because a masterpiece will never go astray
Stop the talk at dinner, stop all the press for the fame,
Place your tapes on the table, let numbers spell your name.
That's the only proof that I can take now,
Quit the posture and the fake attitude.
Your page is a draft
But you talk like you've been to the bank
The scene is a jest, you play a part
And the stage stays cold with no real art
The crowd has moved on
You're stuck in the loop of the words you spawn
Your beat's still on, your name's just a frame
Your only legacy is a borrowed claim
Prove it now
