Lyrics

Yo, Anyssa, let’s talk, better listen up quick,
You flex online, but your whole life’s sick.
Mom’s got the plug, but not for the rent,
Kids high as a kite while the lights flicker dim.

Tryna act bad, but your pockets stay weak,
Bank account ghostin’ like hide-and-go-seek.
Dollar menu queen, talkin’ ’bout you feastin’,
But you beg for a plate every family meetin’.

Broke and busted, livin’ check to check,
Can’t keep up, girl, your life’s a wreck.
Flexin’ like you poppin’, but you barely gettin’ by,
Talkin’ big game, but we all know that’s a lie.

You actin’ like a boss, but your cash ain’t legit,
Last time you copped, it was food stamps and WIC.
Callin’ me fake? Girl, check your reflection,
Whole damn fam in a broke-down recession.

Heard your mom pushin’ more than just advice,
Got the whole block lit, but your fridge full of ice.
Spendin’ all your money just to flex for the ‘Gram,
While your lil’ sibs starvin’, man, that’s such a scam.

Broke and busted, livin’ check to check,
Can’t keep up, girl, your life’s a wreck.
Flexin’ like you poppin’, but you barely gettin’ by,
Talkin’ big game, but we all know that’s a lie.


Anyssa, Anyssa, why you talk so tough?
Your mom got the stash, but y’all still ain’t up.
You be runnin’ your mouth like you really that chick,
But your life stay tragic—go on, call it quits.


So next time you step, better come real correct,
Cuz your whole damn world just a chain of regret.
I’ma leave it at that, but don’t test my nerve,
Cuz this L got your name—go on, hold that, girl.