[Cold Open] Oh— Now you got something to say? Cute. [Verse 1] Two months deep, still wet behind the ears, but I put more work in than you put into sneers. Used to bite my tongue, let somebody else moderate. Now I let the track run— you can argue with the waveform. Funny. Back when nobody listened, you ain't have an opinion. Now the room got crowded, suddenly you're a critic. Moved that goalpost so far it's out of frame. First I couldn't write, now you don't like how I changed? Pick one. I was taking notes while you were taking shots. Underground taught me how to dig through the rock. Line got sharper, flow got meaner, mix got cleaner— now the same little hobby got people through the speakers. [Pre-Hook] I see that look. Know what comes next. Little backhand praise with a knife in the text. Could let it slide. Yeah... Not tonight. [Hook] PARTING SHOT! Say what you came to say! PARTING SHOT! Then get up out my way! You can talk that talk, I got proof on play. Hit 'em one time— then I walk away. PARTING SHOT! No need for round two. I don't need your flowers, don't need to approve. Came for the music? Then stay. Came for me? Here's your parting shot— BANG. [Post-Hook] Bye. [Verse 2] Look— I know I'm new. Never said I'm the greatest. That's you putting words in my mouth just to hate it. I know every weak bar, every mix that went sideways, every generation I deleted on a Friday. That's called learning. You should try it. Had people pull me aside, show me where I could tighten. Took criticism, used it, came back writing. Difference is— they wanted me better. You? You want me quiet. Now that's interesting. Tell me why success makes your tone start switching. Why you only find flaws when somebody starts listening? Why every compliment needs poison in the middle? "I'm happy for you, but—" Nah. Keep the riddle. I remember being passive, waiting for the cavalry. Now I got a voice and apparently that's blasphemy. Good. Turn it up. Let the whole room hear. If confidence bothers you— get comfortable with fear. [Pre-Hook] There it is. That face again. Like I owe you small 'cause that's how I began. Could let it slide. Mm... Changed my mind. [Hook] PARTING SHOT! Say what you came to say! PARTING SHOT! Then get up out my way! You can talk that talk, I got proof on play. Hit 'em one time— then I walk away. PARTING SHOT! No need for round two. I don't need your flowers, don't need to approve. Came for the music? Then stay. Came for me? Here's your parting shot— BANG. [EDM Dance Break] Talk less. Play that. Again. Nah— the good part. [Bridge] Here's the thing. I don't hate you. That would take way too much attention. You mistook being polite for needing your permission. Mistook silence for nothing to defend. Mistook beginner for where the story ends. That's fine. Now you know. No throne. No crown. No victory speech. Just better than yesterday— and still out of reach. So if you're waiting for me to come down— don't hold your breath. [Final Hook] PARTING SHOT! Say what you came to say! Say it! Say it! PARTING SHOT! Then get up out my way! I put work in the sound, put the sound on stage. Now the room sings back— what you want me to say? PARTING SHOT! Keep your flowers too. Respect to the ones who helped me improve. Came for the music? Then stay! Came for me? Wrong day. One last shot— Nah. Save it. [Final Bass Drop] I'm already on the next one. [Outro] Run that back.
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