[Chorus: Xalia!]
I can't take no handout
Listen, all them bands that see you 'bout to crash out
I know, I know, know you wanna stand out
But that shit don't mean a thing if it's not authentic, just don't count
[Verse: Xalia!]
And I, I can sit and tell them how I really feel
Just mind my business, they can't handle all the truth for real
Can't handle the truth, man look it down
Mad as hell for calling out the ones playing pretend
And I, I know they mad for some reason
Stop give a fuck 'bout how they feeling
I've seen them talk 'bout their homies I've seen them claim they real
And if they had the chance to steal the spot, I know they'd take the deal
I've seen them go and break the seal
While I was losing the game, I saw them cross the field
Soon as someone go around, they know that shit is fake now
If you knew you knew me, you must be mistaken
Guess it must be the new bitch anthem (Why?)
What's left of me is just my phantom
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Round one
[Chorus: Xalia!]
I can't take no handout
Listen, all them bands that see you 'bout to crash out
I know, I know, know you wanna stand out
But that shit don't mean a thing if it's not authentic, just don't count
[Outro: Xalia!]
That shit don't count
Called it a foul
Uh, that shit don't count
Oh, that shit don't count