J.T.S.
When you drop your homies to be a loner, thinking you're the king, but then you're just a smelly loser.
Left my friends for a solo act, now I'm just a guy who smells like old pizza and regret.
She ditched the crew to be a queen, now she's just a weirdo who texts her cat.
He quit the group to be a star, now he's just a man who yells at his toaster.