Lyrics

Yo, Coach Craig, sittin’ there talkin’ smack,
Lyin’ ‘bout your stats—where’s the facts at?
Stuck on the past, tryna live in your prime,
But you’re just a shadow, wastin’ your time.

You call out the head coach, say he’s a “pred,”
But look at your past, Craig—what’s left unsaid?
Dated your girl when she was barely legal,
Now you’re callin’ out others like you’re so regal.

Coach Craig, your lies don’t last,
Sayin’ you’re real, but you’re stuck in the past.
Fake stats, fake pride, all in disguise,
But we see the truth behind your lies.

Claimin’ big numbers, but where’s your proof?
You’ve never hit the platform, that’s the truth.
Hide behind the phone, pointin’ fingers fast,
Pretendin’ you’re king with your “cabbage blast.”

Livin’ on stories from way back then,
But no real lifter calls you friend.
Preachin’ on IG like you’ve got a crown,
But the everyone knows you’re just a clown.

Stuck in the past, making it last,
Can’t move forward from that blast
Hates Kenny but won’t leave him alone
Ah I get it, you wanna give him some dome.

Craig, you’re the one with secrets deep,
Callin’ others out while yours still creep.
Preachin’ so loud, but it’s all a sham,
Take a look at yourself, face the man you are, fam.

Coach Craig, your lies don’t last,
Sayin’ you’re real, but you’re stuck in the past.
Fake stats, fake pride, all in disguise,
But we see the truth behind your lies.

Craig, step down, time to come clean,
Stop hidin’ behind that phone screen.
Callin’ out others, but your game’s exposed—
Coach Craig, it’s over, yeah, everyone knows.