Alright, here’s a rap roast for a hater: --- Yo, you’re the type who’d hate on the rain ‘cause it’s wet, Jealous of my shine but you ain’t even a threat. You spew venom in the dark, while I’m living in the light, Your words are just a whisper, while my bars take flight. You call me out, but can’t step in the ring, Just a shadow in the background, never doing a thing. Your hate’s like a screen door in a hurricane blast, Just a flimsy excuse for your failure and your past. You’re stuck in the sidelines, while I’m out here winning, Your negativity’s a joke, and I’m just grinning. So keep on hating, while I rise to the top, Your bitterness is old news, and it’s time that you stop.