Lyric

Ayy—

Turn me up

If you came for the blueprint… you’re already late

Haha

Warm-up

I’m in a good mood, but I’m still the problem

Y’all talk big online, then hide in the comments

I don’t need a lane— I build one, then broaden

You follow like “wait— how he do that?” Stop it

Smile on my face, yeah the shade is polite

I wave, then I pass you, I’m gone in the night

You can copy my steps, you can copy my vibe

But you can’t copy “me,” baby— try all your life

Okay, look— I’m the original, no template, no kit

You’re a “type beat” version, I’m the type they split

I drop one move, then the timeline shifts

Now everybody “new” but it’s my fingerprints

I’m loud with the laugh, but the message is mean

“Congrats” to your copy— it’s cute on the screen

You got the style, but you missing the sting

Like a fake gold chain— yeah it shine, don’t ring

I don’t gatekeep— come close, get a view

Just don’t act surprised when I lap you too

I make roads outta wild, outta mud, outta risk

You make posts outta my posts— that’s embarrassing, kid

They say “he arrogant”— nah, I’m accurate

If I’m the standard, then you’re the average

You can rap my cadence, yeah, practice it

But the soul don’t download, you can’t package it

I’m the seed and the scene and the reason it’s hot

You the screenshot guy like “look what I got”

It’s cool— talk your talk, do your little parade

But remember: your “origin” is where I was made

I’m the original— say it again

O-ri-gi-nal— tell your friends

Follow me, follow me— don’t pretend

I built the path, you just ride the trend

I’m the original— lights on me

Copy can talk, but it’s not “ID”

Relax, baby— stay behind me

I’m the base, you the “after me”

Switch it— now it bounce like a victory lap

You be “next up” every week— that’s a lie in a cap

I don’t hate, I just laugh, I just point at the math

If you cloned my whole sound, you still missing the past

I’m the “before” in your “after,” the root in your “tree”

You can dress like the king, but you can’t be the me

You can say “we the same”— nah, we not, it’s a reach

I’m the teacher of the wave, you the student on a leash

Ayy…

Don’t stress

Keep your copies— let ‘em clap

Just stay close…

So you can watch how the real one acts