License to Roast

[Intro] (Engine rev… tires squeal… sirens…) Turn it up… Nah… Turn it ALL the way up… If your mirrors ain’t vibrating… You ain’t doing it right. [Verse 1] Pulled in slow… Left with the whole block trembling. Bass hit so hard, Street signs started remembering. Got your playlist hiding, Mine’s got ’em all retreating. You brought Bluetooth speakers… I brought seismic meetings. Your flex got recalled, Mine came factory certified. You talking horsepower… I’m talking tectonic slides. GPS yelling, “Please reroute, this ain’t normal.” Subwoofer making the weather man Issue a warning advisory. You bark online… Then whisper in person. You built like buffering Wi-Fi During an important sermon. [Pre-Drop] Wait… Wait… WAIT… Three… Two… One… [DROP] BOOM! Windows shaking! Concrete breaking! Everybody looking— Who’s making that earthquake? BOOM! Bass so dirty, Neighbors filing complaints… Before the song even starts. HEY! HEY! HEY! Parking lot… Turned into a festival! [Verse 2] You came dressed for attention, Still got overlooked. I just hit play… Now everybody’s hooked. Your roast microwave… Mine slow-cooked perfection. Every comeback got rejected On quality inspection. Talking championship… Still sitting on the bench. I’m collecting highlights… You collecting excuses. My beat got muscles. Yours skipped leg day. Your confidence downloaded… Mine came pre-installed. Every drop… Got gravity nervous. Every bass note… Need its own insurance. [Bridge] Throw your hands up! If your trunk keeps rattling— You winning! If your mirrors folded in— You winning! If your heartbeat synced With the 808— WELCOME TO THE SHOW! [FINAL DROP] LOUDER! Make the pavement bounce! LOUDER! Let the skyline wobble! LOUDER! Till satellites ask, “What in the world was THAT?” Boom… Boom… BOOM! Every head turning. Every phone recording. Every car alarm singing backup. Parking lot… Officially conquered. [Outro] When the bass fades… The legend doesn’t. You’ll hear about this one… Long after the echoes stop.