“You Ain’t Livin’” is a high-octane lyrical takedown of fake lifestyles, digital illusions, and clout-chasing culture. Set to a driving trap beat fused with conscious rap elements, this track is a verbal assault on all those who pretend to live large while hiding behind filters, flexes, and followers.

Yeah, I see ‘em on the 'Gram with the fake gold chains,
Talkin' like they hustle but they barely got brains.
Sayin' “life is lit” while they stuck in the loop,
Got a rented Lambo just to stunt on the group.

They actin’ like bosses, flossin’ for clicks,
But behind closed doors, they broke and sick.
Got no grind, just a filter and flair,
Real work? Nah — just hot air.

I’m speedin’ through truth like a Tesla on track,
Your whole vibe’s cap — that’s a digital act.
You flex for attention, beg for views,
But your soul’s on silent, you just abuse.


You ain't livin', nah, you just scrollin’ through a lie,
While I’m out here buildin’, watchin’ legends multiply.
You frontin’ like you’re free, but that mask’s too tight,
You a shadow in the flash, I’m the flame in the fight.


Fast-paced thoughts, I'm a lyrical bomb,
While you vibin’ to trends, I be writin’ a psalm.
You got dopamine hits from a heart on a post,
But can’t look in the mirror without feelin' like a ghost.

I see the timeline warriors, talkin’ like kings,
But scared of a convo without their rings.
Life ain’t a filter, it’s blood and tears,
It’s fightin’ your demons and facin’ fears.

I run laps in the logic, my flow’s a blade,
You stuck in a script that your ego made.
Sayin’ “I’m the vibe,” nah, you just noise,
Tryna fill the void with some rented toys.


You ain't livin', you just posin' in the frame,
Tryna claim gold when you ain't in the game.
I’m movin’ like fire, while you stuck in the flame,
Playin’ dress-up in life, but it's all just shame.


I’m surgical — precise with the verse I’m spillin’,
You transactional livin’, I’m soul fulfillin’.
You party for clout, I build for peace,
You sprint to escape, I climb for release.

Fast life? Cool — but where’s your depth?
You chasin' breathless highs 'til there’s nothin' left.
All style, no root — all bark, no bite,
I’m stormin’ the throne with insight and might.

You got loud clothes, but your voice ain’t clear,
I spit facts so sharp they could pierce your veneer.
You want clout? Cool. I want legacy.
You're passin’ the torch — I’m settin’ the legacy.


Talk slick, walk stiff, act rich, facts glitch,
Fake clique, fast fix, y’all scripts, no risk.
Mind numb, grind none, timeline rerun,
While I rewrite time with a line and a stun.

Clickbait dreams in a plastic state,
I meditate truth while you replicate fate.
I navigate pain, elevate, innovate,
You imitate trends while I renovate fate.


You ain't livin', just actin’ in a lie so loud,
While I rise like a king with my feet on the ground.
You postin’ for applause, I’m buildin’ the sound,
And when the lights cut off — I’m still profound.

So keep flexin’ your life through the lens of a phone,
I’ll keep craftin' my throne in a zone of my own.
'Cause livin’ ain’t likes, it’s the scars and the climb,
And I rap like a clock that’s ahead of its time.

You Ain’t Livin’  / Lyrics (description)

lyrics:

(subi) verse 1:

boy talk tough he get flipped like a switch
runnin his mouth now he stuck in a ditch
all black fit and my belt got a glitch
she call me slime but im movin like a witch
femboy throat got me thinkin bout death-

he gag once now he fightin for breath
nut in his mouth now he takin my breath
i don't do love i just ghost in the flesh
i stay on go while he beggin for rest

i <3 femboyz!

I wrote all the lyrics and concept, Suno helped bring it to life
I don’t have instruments — just passion, words, and vision.
 my soul, my stories, real emotions

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