[Verse 1] Chad talkin’ loud like he built the scene, But he ain’t dropped sh*t since quarantine. Talkin’ “real music,” like he owns the throne, But the beat don’t hit and the bars ain’t grown. “AI ruined the craft!” — shut the f*ck up, please, Your whole last album sound like cheese. You ain’t raw, you just bitter and broke, Keyboard warrior with a kid-size choke. I was writin’ hooks when your mic was dusty, Feelin’ unheard, starvin’ and rusty. Now the voice got power and you call it fake? That’s rich comin’ from a dude who fakes his takes. ⸻ [Hook] Cryin’ ‘bout a bot while I body your name, You ain’t got heart, you just play the game. Talk big on threads, but your tracks don’t bang, Whole discog mid — no soul, no fang. Cryin’ ‘bout a bot like it took your pride, But you never had heat, just ego and lies. I ain’t stealin’ your lane — I’m paving a plot, For every bitch that’s still cryin’ ‘bout a bot. ⸻ [Verse 2] You rap like Siri had a stroke, Flat-ass delivery, not even a joke. Your whole damn flow got zero flex, Sound like you rap in a turtleneck. You got three fans and two are bots, The third’s your mom — she skips your drops. You mad that I made what you never could touch, Now you gatekeep the game like a virgin does lunch. I ain’t here to be “industry clean,” I’m here to make songs that say what I mean. You here for a look, I’m here for the scars, You argue in threads, I spit from Mars. ⸻ [Hook] Cryin’ ‘bout a bot like it stole your soul, But your flow so dry, it belongs in a scroll. Talkin’ legacy, like you had that shot, But you ain’t got hits — you just cry a lot. Cryin’ ‘bout a bot while I feed my pain, You complain ‘bout tech, I complain with flame. One of us writes and one does not, Guess who’s dead still cryin’ ‘bout a bot? ⸻ [Verse 3] You hate that I made what you dreamt for years, You hate that it works and confirms your fears. You hate that a “nobody” made you feel small, But I ain’t fake sh*t — I gave it my all. I wrote from trauma, from loss, from dirt, You wrote from envy and half-assed work. I built from silence, you built from pride, Now I got a sound and you run and hide. I ain’t chasin’ clout, I just wanted to hear, The songs I wrote with a notebook and tears. You hate that a writer don’t need your voice, So you scream at the tool like you ain’t got choice. ⸻ [Hook] Cryin’ ‘bout a bot — but I’m still gon’ win, Your hate just fuel for the state I’m in. You said it was fake — then why you shook? You scared ‘cause I don’t need your f*ckin’ hook. Cryin’ ‘bout a bot like it’s stealin’ clout, But this is my truth, I just let it out. Keep cryin’, Chad — it’s all you got, We out here winnin’… Still cryin’ ‘bout a bot. [Outro] You never respected writers. Only sound. But sound without truth? That’s silence. And I ain’t silent no more.
