You wanted the title
You wanted the name
You watched how I built it
Then copied the frame
But you never saw the nights
Or what the pressure cost
You only showed up smiling after everything was bought, bought, bought
Keep the title
Keep the title
Keep the title
Keep the title
You made yourself a logo and called yourself a boss
You bought the cheap promotion, then disappeared when it flopped
You talk like you discovered what you barely understand
A label isn't letters on a picture made by hand
You wanted all the credit without learning what it takes
No budget for the record, no patience for mistakes
The one little single would make the whole world stare
Now twelve long ones have passed, and your catalog is bare
You can copy every move I make, but you can't copy what I paid
Every loss, every late night, every hard decision made
You can borrow how I dress it, you can imitate the sound
But when the work gets real, you're nowhere to be found
Clout-chaser, you only want the name
Clout-chaser, but you never built a thing
You want the label, want the praise, want everybody to control
When the game gets real, you know I'm breaking through
You know I'm breaking through
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Clout-chaser, you only want the name
Clout-chaser, but you never built a thing
You want the label, want the praise, want everybody to control
When the game gets real, you know I'm breaking through
You know I'm breaking through
