ON BEEP

I have it on my hip, mobile in my pocket. When the trigger goes, it doesn't ask who. I don't have disciples, nor am I a don. It's on my hip, running on a beep. My thoughts aren't small, nor are they fake. Many have shown what's fake. Those who talk behind my back, Their own jealousy is burning. My mind is humble, my thoughts are high. I have no interest in double-faced people. My interest is in the song. Look, it's caused a stir! I have it on my hip, not in my pocket. When the trigger goes, it doesn't ask who. I don't have disciples, nor am I a don. It's on my hip, running on a beep. Why ask friends about me? Ask those who say they are, Why ask friends about me? Ask those who pick fights. Those who pick fights without any reason, They'll look back again and again from below. Many have had their guts spilled. The song is filled with passion. To those who claim to be my equals, If you pick a fight with me too, Don't come in my way. My vibe has changed. I have it on my hip, not in my pocket. When the trigger goes, it doesn't ask who. I don't have disciples, nor am I a don. It's on my hip, running on a beep. The vibe has changed, my thoughts aren't bad. My thoughts aren't bad, the vibe has changed. The vibe has changed, my thoughts aren't bad. I've never betrayed friendship. My success has soared high in the sky. It won't come down so easily. Whatever I say is direct. Some won't even understand this. I've crushed rivals under my shoe. Small and big rivals are crushed. Seeing me, they start crying. Many have kept quiet. There are many obstacles in my path. Some are straight-up parasites. A stain on the name of friendship, Get lost!