Hear My Cry

Spittin on the mic, realin it tight, knowin that I am right, maybe even gonna start a fight, yall don’t know that it’s like, to be disliked, like this, to be dissed, then I diss em right back, but we all really know what they lack, the ability to roast me back, I act, like I’m on crack, but I’m not, I don’t even do pot, that’s not what I do, I make raps for you, without a clue, of what I’m doing, sometimes yall ask how I do it, well, it’s just a potion that I’m brewing, people act like zoo animals, some of yall are cannibals, weird people make me freak out, they just make me wanna shout, they’re probably just trying to get some clout, they probably shop at Gout, and act like Karen’s that start to pout, you could call my class and ocean, cause they act like they’re on that type of potion,