Don't put me in your drama.
Go talking to my mama.
I top the top-toppa.

Leave me alone with all that.
Stating useless facts.
Running your mouth like a track.
You're a sock puppet, mix match.

There you go talking all that sh!t.
I know my truths raw, like a fish.
But didn't nobody tell you to go blabber all about it.
Salad.

I've tossed and turned.
Thinking 'bout your fire.
Those words, they burned.
As you made fun of my attire.
You see me walking out your door.
Cuz like a raven, I will soar.