How You Like Me Now

Laughed at my ink, said my words didn’t breathe,

Called my rhymes six feet under, stale as old leaves.

Told me, "Boy, your dreams ain’t worth a dime,"

Now they watch me ghostwrite, my pen’s in its prime.

Dead on arrival, they thought I was slain,

But I rose from the casket, no loss, only gain.

Now every verse I spit carries my reprisal,

Turned their ridicule into my writing bible.

Collab after collab, my name in the liner notes,

Lines I wrote still afloat, they quote in their anecdotes.

From gutter to glory, they say I’d never prevail,

Now poets read my scripts, I’m the hammer, the nail.

Ballads in my veins, dirty South in my chest,

Every syllable flexed, turn my struggles to jest.

They mocked the ghost, the ink was my apparition,

Now I diet on critics, my bread their derision.

Got my weight in my pen, I’m the scales they dread,

They called me a nobody; now I’m all in their heads.

Ghost in the booth, I’m alive in the lines,

Ink turns to gold, now my doubters all pine.

Dead on arrival, they thought I was slain,

But I rose from the casket, no loss, only gain.

Now every verse I spit carries my reprisal,

Turned their ridicule into my writing bible.got receipts paid in full wrote a song dropped it this nobody showed ever body I don't fake the funk it took off with a combined two hundred and fifty thousand views and climbing thanks to those who have be leaf in me fuck those who said I was dead on arrival how you like me now,collaborating ghost writing with others , posted up my truth with receipts poet's not a lier, chased a dream straight out the fire,now poet sets higher a nobody climbing mountains resurrected into a somebody,they called me a nobody now I'm all in their heads with receipts paid in full,....one can't catch a dream chasing nightmares, how you like me now