quit yelling it's annoying

Yo, Bentley, you flexin' like you own the whole street, But I’m here to expose you, take a seat, You rollin' in luxury, but can’t buy respect, I’m the voice of the struggle, what you expect? You got leather seats, but your soul's on lease, I’m grindin' for the crown, while you just feast, Claimin' you the king, but your throne's made of chrome, I’m spittin' truth, while you sittin' alone. (Verse 2) You think you fly, but your wings got clipped, I’m the hawk in the sky, while you barely equipped, Your brand's a facade, just a rich man's toy, I’m the real deal, you just a decoy. I hustle hard, while you chill in the shade, Your empire's a mirage, it’s all gonna fade, So keep your Bentleys, I’ll take the real grind, I’m the voice of the people, your legacy’s blind.