Haters gonna hate, fate still gonna fate Don’t come at me like a mate irate or I’ll send your ass back through the gate Talk about music like you carried some weight People like you are the reason the industry’s in this state “AI music is trash?” — that’s the shit you flash While you’re the loser threatening to smash ’cause you still feeding the trash Call me pussy all you want, bruv — I won’t crash So you may as well take your opinion like a middle finger And shove it where it fits… your opinion’s lacking [Verse 1 – building, colder] Funny thing… this wasn’t written for you You just happened to be the idiot that lit the fuse You thought you were the villain Nah — you were just the first domino in the room Now the whole wall’s coming down and you’re still standing there Wondering who the fuck moved You came at the work like it owed you something Like your opinion was the only one that mattered But the song don’t care what you think it should be It only cares if it hits when the lights go out You called it trash before you even heard the words Before you felt the weight of every line I’ve carried for years Spent my whole life writing in the dark with no one listening Now the voice finally matches the vision and suddenly you’re triggered? That’s the part that tells me everything I need to know You don’t hate the tool — you hate that it let more people through the door [Pre-Hook] You can threaten all you want, call me what you like I’ve already been called worse by people who actually knew me at night This ain’t about winning an argument in a comment section It’s about making sure the next kid with a story doesn’t get told to shut up and stay small [Hook – repeat, even heavier] Haters gonna hate, fate still gonna fate Don’t come at me like a mate irate or I’ll send your ass back through the gate Talk about music like you carried some weight People like you are the reason the industry’s in this state “AI music is trash?” — that’s the shit you flash While you’re the loser threatening to smash ’cause you still feeding the trash Call me pussy all you want, bruv — I won’t crash So you may as well take your opinion like a middle finger And shove it where it fits… your opinion’s lacking [Verse 2 – universal but still personal shots] Music was never that clean, mate It was always collaboration, always borrowing, always building Session singers, producers, bands — people been using tools since day one AI just changed who’s holding the pen this time And that scares the shit out of anyone who built their whole identity on being the gate You worship talent like it’s something heaven chose I built mine from broken pieces everybody throws You see software, I see doors that finally opened wide You see shortcuts, I see songwriters getting recognised You want writers who can’t sing and singers who can’t write To stay in their lane and never touch the same thing But the listener don’t give a fuck how it was made They only care if it made them feel something real in their chest If the scar hits, the tool was never the point You can keep gatekeeping the past I’m already living in the future you’re scared of [Bridge – low, almost spoken, deadly] You weren’t the mountain You were just the pebble that started the avalanche While you’re still out here trying to break legs over a demo I’m already three songs deeper into the next truth You can keep the gate I’m walking through the hole you made when you swung too hard [Final Hook – biggest, angriest, with ad-libs] Haters gonna hate, fate still gonna fate Don’t come at me like a mate irate or I’ll send your ass back through the gate Talk about music like you carried some weight People like you are the reason the industry’s in this state “AI music is trash?” — that’s the shit you flash While you’re the loser threatening to smash ’cause you still feeding the trash Call me pussy all you want, bruv — I won’t crash So you may as well take your opinion like a middle finger And shove it where it fits… your opinion’s lacking Yeah… your opinion’s lacking [Outro – quiet, cold, final] Funny thing… This wasn’t written for you. You just happened to be the idiot that lit the fuse.
