Let ’Em Feel That

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Look
[Verse 1]
Whole city on my back, I ain’t ask for a lift
Turn pain into platinum, call it hustler’s gift
They was prayin’ I would quit, now they prayin’ I forgive
Funny how they talk big, never did what I did
I was eatin’ cold rice, now I’m nice with the spice
Turn a “maybe” to a “must,” pay the cost, roll the dice
You can gossip in the group chat, I just add to the price
You got likes, I got leverage, there’s a big   difference, right?
Mama said “Watch friends, they’ll switch for a view”
So I learned to count hands same way I count loot
You be beggin’ for a seat, I be buildin’ the booth
When you beg for attention, you on sale, I’m the proof
[Chorus]
Let ’em hate, let ’em talk, let ’em tweet that
I don’t argue on a screen, I just bleed tracks
If you feel it in your chest, that’s a real fact
I ain’t ask ’em for respect, I just steal that (yeah)
Let ’em doubt, let ’em laugh, I don’t feel that
Turn a wound to a win, then I seal that
If you sittin’ on your dream, better wheel back
Life short, bet it all, let ’em feel that (let ’em feel that)
[Verse 2]
You want clout, I want change, that’s a wide lil’ gap
You want filters on a pic, I want laws off our back
While they scroll for a trend, I’m just scrollin’ these stats
Same streets, same heat, but the map look black
Little girl on the corner think she only got two lanes
Be a body in a cell, or a body in a frame
So I talk how I talk, yeah I cuss, yeah I flame
If the message too soft, they gon’ sleep on the game
I’m the voice they ain’t ask for, but they gon’ hear
If I gotta raise hell just to cut through fear
If you learn from my losses, then my scars worth tears
If they scared of a woman with a spine, that’s weird
[Chorus]
Let ’em hate, let ’em talk, let ’em tweet that
I don’t argue on a screen, I just bleed tracks
If you feel it in your chest, that’s a real fact
I ain’t ask ’em for respect, I just steal that (steal that)
Let ’em doubt, let ’em laugh, I don’t feel that
Turn a wound to a win, then I seal that
If you sittin’ on your dream, better wheel back
Life short, bet it all, let ’em feel that (feel that)

rap, Hard southern trap energy with swung drums, skittering hats, and a growling bassline; female vocals cut sharp and upfront. Verses ride a head-nod pocket with tight internal rhymes; hook explodes with stacked chants and subtle pitched ad-libs. Sparse piano stabs and distant siren FX create tension, then drop for a chant-heavy outro to keep it under two minutes but replay-ready., beats, hardcore