Lex Mira - Guest List Suicide Lyrics

[Intro]
Kicked out the venue but I ain't even mad
Got more clout from that shit than I ever had
Watch me turn rejection into pure gold
Here's a story 'bout the night I lost control

[Verse 1]
Rich kids in the front row clutching their pearls
While I'm spitting truth bombs that shake their world
Family business was pills behind the counter
Now I'm dealing verbal prescriptions, getting louder
Habibi, they can't handle what I bring
Street poetry mixed with that pharmacy sting
Got that dock worker swagger, unrefined
Making trust fund babies lose their f*cking mind

[Chorus]
They tried to blacklist me, but I made it stick
Turned their rejection into my greatest hit
Sometimes you gotta die to truly live
Kill the old you, that's all you got to give
(That's all you got to give)

[Verse 2]
Security guard looking nervous at my stance
Rich folks throwing fits like it's their last chance
But I'm too busy cooking up this masterpiece
While they're calling daddy on their gold iPhone piece
Used to count pills in sterile rooms all day
Now I'm contaminating their elite soirée
They say I don't belong in their pristine scene
But I'd rather be real than some social machine

[Bridge]
Porra! Watch me break their rules with style
Each bar I spit makes their blood run wild
From the pharmacy to the stage, I changed the game
Now they know my f*cking name

[Verse 3]
Battle me? Please, I eat posers for breakfast
Your designer clothes can't hide your messiness
I'm that glitch in their system they can't delete
That working-class virus making their world obsolete
Every dirty look just adds fuel to my fire
Every blocked door builds my empire higher
They can try to clean me from their precious space
But my truth's a stain they'll never erase

[Chorus]
They tried to blacklist me, but I made it stick
Turned their rejection into my greatest hit
Sometimes you gotta die to truly live
Kill the old you, that's all you got to give
(That's all you got to give)

[Outro]
So here's a prescription from the pharmacy kid:
Take two doses of reality, and call me when your privilege dies
I'll be here, turning trauma into trophies
Making art from the ashes of their lies