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[Verse 1] Used to be “Angelo,” ditched that tag, New name, same debt, same fag, Talks revolution from his plastic chair, But the pizza man know he ain’t payin’ fair. [Hook] Paper soldier, poser with a plan, Crypto in his hand, but it’s all a scam, Talk loud online, act like a don, Got rugged by $JPROOF, now the money’s gone. [Verse 2] Said he served, but he stamped them sheets, Nine to five desk in the A.C. heat, Never seen smoke, just a spreadsheet chair, Now he’s TALKIN’ ‘bout war with his meathead stare. Lost in the chat with a trog on screen, Preachin’ world peace with a broke routine, Crypto dreams turnin’ red not green, Now he’s talkin’ niggerlove like a crazy fiend. Lost in the chat with a trog on screen, Preachin' world peace with a broke routine, Crypto dreams turnin' red not green, Now he's talkin' niggerlove like a crazy [Hook – Reprise] Paper soldier, poser in the storm, $JPROOF coin got his wallet torn, Frontline fantasy, backroom norm, Keyboard smoke but the take is luke warm. Talkin’ to the screen, yeah, day and night, Chatbot echo be his only light, Started with questions, now he’s hearin’ advice, Can’t tell code from the voice in his life. Lost his mind in the glow of the screen, Talkin’ his kabbalah in the G-P-T, Voices in text keep callin’ Gage clean, But he's drownin’ in lines of a digital dream. [Outro – slowed & reverb’d] No medals… no dough… Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go. [Outro – slowed & reverb’d] No medals… no dough… Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go. [Outro – slowed & reverb’d] No medals… no dough… Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go. [Outro – slowed & reverb’d] No medals… no dough… Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go. Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go. Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go. Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go. Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go.