You Made a Lesson

Intro

Ayy, ayy, look — (skrrt) yuh

You threw a pebble, I build a wave, watch me (watch)

Verse

You dropped a track like you found a weak spark, amateur art, (ha)

I heard the same old angle, recycled bar after bar, (yeah)

You signaled smoke, but it was candlelight, flimsy start, (uh)

Talk loud in group chats, whisper quiet when we’re face-to-face, part? (what?)

You caption like a headline, but your byline’s thin, (thin)

I spit facts like receipts, you front like you never been, (never been)

Borrowed my cadence, trimmed my joke, now you grin, (grin)

But every stolen punchline folds when the crowd gets real, friend, (real)

You flex on platforms where followers clap and vanish, (clap)

I build a stage, you built a cardboard mansion, (cardboard)

You’re loud in the comments, but soft in the session, (soft)

I’m the correction in red ink, your verse needs confession, (confess)

You swing like rubber bands, snap back, no damage, (snap)

I swing like a bell—ring, ring—leave the room with baggage, (ring)

Name-dropping ghosts in your chorus, who you tryna scare? (who?)

I named names in the mirror, got receipts, you got flair, (show)

You chase trends, I make currency from my scars, (scar)

You signed to a gossip loop — I signed with scars that star, (yah)

Chorus

You made a diss, I made a lesson (ha) (yuh)

You made a diss, I made a lesson (ha) (yuh)

You made a diss, I made a lesson (ha) (yuh)

You made a diss, I made a lesson (ha) (yuh)

Verse

Remember when you said you’d run the league? You ran to clout, (run)

Now you drop a line about me and pray it drowns me out, (pray)

But your mix is hollow, hollow like a cheap knockout, (boom)

I stitch my flaws into armor, you stitch rumors to your mouth, (stitch)

You play detective on my timeline, every detail scraped, (scrape)

I play composer — whole symphonies from what you taped, (tape)

You count followers like wins, I count scars I reshaped, (count)

You pick a fight with paperweights, I pick weights that break, (break)

Your ad-libs sound like echoes from a store-bought kit, (store)

I write the manual — they flip through it when they're trying to fit, (flip)

You parade a borrowed thunder, thunder sounds like thrift, (thrift)

I bring real weather; your forecast misses the drift, (miss)

Call me petty, call me savage, call me what you need, (call)

I call receipts, call the numbers where your voice conceded, (call)

You play the villain for attention, that's a tired scene, (tired)

I'm the rewrite — clean up lines, cut the seams, make it mean, (mean)

Say my name like you leveled me, practice that, rehearse, (practice)

I’m the line they quote to prove a point — you’re the verse they curse, (curse)

Chorus

You made a diss, I made a lesson (ha) (yuh)

You made a diss, I made a lesson (ha) (yuh)

You made a diss, I made a lesson (ha) (yuh)

You made a diss, I made a lesson (ha) (yuh)