Call Out

[Verse 1] Yeah, always telling me to do a rap, forget it son You wanna make a song with the group then go and get it done I’ve been stressing so hard with all these studies and projects Don’t got time to mess around with a kid with no knowledge We don’t have the same vision, Triple JMC is dead Y’all be doing covers while I be creative instead Moved onto Martyr Faction but even that’s in limbo Now it’s just a duo with my bro, it’s Detox and Kirito [Verse 2] Acting like a know it all, quit putting up a front You be like an actor claiming that he did all the stunts Mister fake all goodie running a little high school club Tryna be all everything, chattering like you above Always hanging with your clique and your school groupie Silly teenager starting dramas you should be in a movie Sure you got older but I don’t think you hit puberty Treat others poorly, then don’t expect respect from me Your little friend is next [Verse 3] Telling others to be quiet when you’re the loudest So ironic, if you a leader your actions should be the loudest You be scolding other people for not coming to church Then you run off with your buddies like it’s not gonna hurt Stuck up little brat, I bet philosophers could convert you Cause all you prolly know is John 3:16 and go to Sunday school From baseline to baseline, in basketball I know you fast But the speed of your mind don’t seem to come close to that [Verse 4] Look at you with those new clothes that I’ve went through Brains verses money, don’t talk about style cause I embarrass you But don’t you ever mistaken me for our brethren posers Unlike you it’s a personal taste, not like a swagged up loser You know, you may not be a threat but you better stop Pretending to be a hero, or else you gonna get mocked Enjoy your time as a teenager before reality hits ya Cause in this cold world you might get hit with pneumonia [Verse 5] So psychologist can you tell what I’m thinking and feeling Are you telling me to kick back and relax to get my calling You too acting like a know it all, all you do is sing You receive praise while me and Michael do the work for nothing What do you know about music, you so narrow minded Couldn’t even appreciate good music even though you find it Making sickening jokes while bothering and not paying attention No wonder your parents wants me over for good influence [Verse 6] Last but not least, it’s that annoying little kid Calling me a weeaboo even though you’re the one who is Tryna be all smart with your facts, quotes, and talks But you still an immature who isn’t as big as their talks Going back at anime and you start getting up on me Personal vendetta, I didn’t even have a problem with you Yeah you hide behind a computer in order to beef Fine then let’s take this outside and not online [Outro] Yeah, just a bunch of jokes and punks Kids with attitudes be putting up a front Seeing their talks and actions make me laugh You want a cookie for acting all that? Y’all kiddos need to grow up Bunch of punks that need to grow up Yeah son that’s right I’m calling you out