rich boy can't talk

(Verse 1) Yo, Brandon Connor Jackson, thinkin' he a king, But in the shadows, man, he don’t do a thing. Rich boy flexin’, but his heart full of fear, Got a mansion full of gold, but no courage near. Talkin' big game, but he’s soft as a pillow, In the streets, man, he’s just another little willow. Rollin' in the Benz, but it’s all for the show, When the pressure’s on, he’s the first one to go. (Verse 2) Cash in his pocket, but his soul's on freeze, Claimin' he's a boss, but he’s beggin’ for peace. Late nights in the club, but he hides in the back, Behind all that money, man, he’s just a hack. Dark vibes surround, while he sips on that drink, Livin' in a bubble, can’t even face a blink. Brandon, you a sissy, better step up your game, In this world of wolves, boy, you can’t stay the same. or