Certified Chosen One (Main Character Syndrome Mix)

Hook

Gold on the bathrobe, duck on the chair, chin up high like the whole world's there

Everything spin round me, that's the law I wrote

Bow down to the main character, I'm the one they quote

Certified #1, shield full of "me", ring light full of smoke

Every room I walk in turn to my show

Verse 1

Stepped out the mirror, jawline sharp, stare like a tax audit

Robe swishin' louder than the doubters in the group chat, I love it

Duck just sittin' there on velvet like he own the building

Never blinks, never budges, just sits there collectin' feelings

Left hand grip the phone, right hand grip the narrative

Every bar I drop got three meanings, you still askin' what he meant by this

Walked through the living room like it's a velvet rope

Slippers on the marble, one foot always on the ropes

They said who this guy think he is — I said the invoice, the receipt, the whole damn building

Paid in full, no refunds, ego inflated past the ceiling

Ring light bends the room when I move, phone up like it's blindin' the king

Funny thing about the chair — the cheaper it creaks, the louder they sing

Verse 2

Used to wait for the light to turn green, now the light waits on me

Traffic part like the sea, horns honkin' out my theme

From the balcony of my apartment watchin' neighbors do the wave

To the group chat where my voice notes learned the room before the stage

They throwin' shade, I'm countin' likes, every post got my face on it

Told the mirror keep it real — even he started noddin'

Used to chase the bag, now the bag chase the robe

I don't flex for the 'gram, the 'gram just document the show

Every step leaves a print in gold, kitchen tile keepin' receipts

They copy the pose, miss the sauce, stuck postin' last year's screenshots

Bridge

Yeah... they still askin' why everything gotta be about you

I looked at the duck, he looked at me, we both shrugged

Cause it is.

Verse 3

Living room full of yes-men, but I only trust the duck

He don't talk back, just sits there dripped — call that loyal luxury

Chair's a little wobbly but the history's real, every crack a hater turned to dust

Turned their doubt into a highlight reel, now they beggin' for my trust

Apartment to the algorithm — same lane, I just widened it

Left the door cracked open behind me, they still can't find the exit

They want the old version, broke and humble, that man got retired

New me woke up in the bathrobe and never once asked why

Hook

Gold on the bathrobe, duck on the chair, chin up high like the whole world's there

Everything spin round me, that's the law I wrote

Bow down to the main character, I'm the one they quote

Certified #1, shield full of "me", ring light full of smoke

Every room I walk in turn to my show

Outro

Bow down... bow down...

Certified chosen one...

Everything is about me...

Ask the duck.