Get burnt

Yo, Akachi, you think you fly? Man, you late, that's no lie,

We waiting hours, we wondering why, like you in slow-mo, why even try?

You think you slick with your vibe, but your fashion game’s a crime,

I’ve seen fresher fits in a thrift shop, bro, you way behind time.

 

You always talkin’ big, like you on the grind,

But when it's time to show up, you’re always outta sight.

“Where’s Akachi at?” – bruh, we don’t even care,

You could be somewhere lost, like you never there.

 

(Chorus)

Yo, Akachi, man, you actin' like a mess,

Always late to the party, can't even guess,

We out here living, while you stuck in distress,

You the king of excuses, but I gotta confess.

 

(Verse 2)

Akachi, you funny, you ain't playin' the game,

You act like the boss, but we know your name.

You don't show up on time, you just gettin’ the blame,

I’m roastin’ you hard, you got no shame.

 

You say you grindin', but we know it’s all cap,

Your hustle’s like your watch – it’s stuck in a nap.

No more excuses, no more slack,

Next time we call, better be on track.