Could Be Worse

Just stop right there—

I already don’t give a fuck!

You got your boy DJ Wizz on the track!

Detroit! You worried about me?

Shit…

I’d be worried about you.

Let’s go!

Bitter-ass people got my name in they mouth,

Don’t know a damn thing,

still talkin’ so loud.

If you ain’t see it,

what you speakin’ on?

Whole damn story and the facts all wrong.

Could be worse—I could be you!

(Be you!) Mad at everybody ’cause you won’t come through.

DJ Wizz, let the bass cut through— I got shit to do,

I ain’t stuck on you!

Woke up, missed calls—somebody got a story,

Funny how my business get discussed before me.

“You heard what they said?” Nah,

who was there? Now everybody quiet,

lookin’ down in they chair.

Small mind, big mouth,

that’s a fucked-up mix,

Put a rumor on a rumor,

now you swear that’s it.

You ain’t have a front-row seat,

wasn’t even outside, But you tell it like you stood right there

by my side.

Detroit cold, had to warm up the ride,

Got a shift, got bills,

got a whole damn life.

You been typin’ since breakfast,

I been gone since six,

Clocked out, checked my phone—still the same old shit.

Your bitterness ain’t somethin’ I can fix for you,

And I ain’t sittin’ here takin’ all these hits for you.

Had to laugh when I finally looked at it clear— Could be

worse, I could be you in that mirror!

Bitter-ass people got my name in they mouth,

Don’t know a damn thing,

still talkin’ so loud.

If you ain’t see it,

what you speakin’ on?

Whole damn story and the facts all wrong.

Could be worse—I could be you!

(Be you!) Mad at everybody ’cause you won’t come through.

DJ Wizz, let the bass cut through— I got shit to do,

I ain’t stuck on you!

If you didn’t see it with your own two eyes,

Why you put your name behind somebody else’s lies?

If you didn’t hear it with your own two ears,

How the hell you got a quote?

Make it make sense here.

Don’t invent it with your small-ass mind,

Then share it with your big-ass mouth online.

Screenshot this—make sure you get it right: I ain’t losin’ no sleep

over you tonight. I don’t need a group chat takin’ votes on

me, Half the room need favors,

other half owe me.

Smile when I walk in,

whisper when I leave,

Then reach for a hug—get your hands off me.

I can take a hard truth,

I can own my wrong,

But I ain’t lettin’ made-up shit ride all night long.

Say it with your chest if you know it’s true,

Otherwise, find somethin’ better to do!

Hold up, Wizz—

You saw it?

You heard it?

No? Then

shut your big-ass mouth!

Bitter-ass people got my name in they mouth,

Don’t know a damn thing,

still talkin’ so loud.

If you ain’t see it,

what you speakin’ on?

Whole damn story and the facts all wrong.

Could be worse—I could be you!

(Be you!) Mad at everybody ’cause you won’t come through.

DJ Wizz, let the bass cut through—

I got shit to do,

I ain’t stuck on you!

Detroit!

DJ Wizz

Your insecurities?

You gon’ have to carry those yourself.

Could be worse…

I could be you.