I’m respectless?
Nah, I’m method-set, message-sent, motive clear,
Correctin’ every reckless little flex you toss when I appear.
You call me “immature”?
Funny, every time I draw a line,
You redesign the storyline
Just to make the guilt seem mine.
I teach you how to treat me;
But you treat that like it’s treason.
I speak plain, you get strained,
Actin’ like correction cracks your reason.
You drop soft jabs, then track
How far you push before I strike back.
You spit weak digs, then flee fast
When my backlash hits intact.
You want calm?
But only if I shrink to keep you steady.
You want “respect”?
Then bring behavior that says you’re ready.
If I’m respectless,
Truth is, you earned less.
You talk reckless,
Then get breathless
When I check this
With directness.

I don’t bend just to hold your pride.
I don’t blend into some watered side.
I don’t fix problems you designed
I don’t smooth edges you created to hide.
Call me immature?
Sure, that’s code for “you didn’t win.”
Call me disrespectful?
Fine, but YOU shot the first pin.

I’m respectless
’cause YOU were reckless with your message,
And I could beat you anytime
That’s why your whole act shifts when I’m present.
I’m restless
’cause you test less and talk more,
And every time you try to check me?
You expose you’re insecure.
I’m reckless?
No, I’m reacting with exactness.
You call it immaturity;
I call it accurate consequences.
If I’m respectless,
Baby… you earned less.
Respect is investment
And you? You’re a bad-interest purchase.

You cry I escalate?
No, I elevate what you initiate.
You instigate, then imitate
A victim once the clash rotates.
You love labels
“Out of line,” “too much,” “drama-ness.”
But every time I match your energy?
You crumble under your own mess.
I talk, you wince.
I push back, you flinch.
I disagree?
Suddenly you twist up every inch.
You want maturity?
Then show effort in your actions.
You want my respect?
Bring behavior that matches.
I teach with boundaries
You respond with excuses.
I move with clarity
You move with what confuses.
You call me dramatic?
But YOU created the sequence.
You want to end the drama?
Then stop building the pretense.

I don’t babysit your reactions.
I don’t backtrack when you cause distractions.
I don’t soften just to look compassionate.
I don’t play mediator for your manufactured fractions.
Immature?
Sure, that’s your way of dodging facts.
Disrespectful?
Cute, but only ’cause you couldn’t match.

I don’t escalate issues
I escalate responses.
I don’t look for quiet
I look for responsibility in the nonsense.
I don’t teach you kindness
I teach you boundaries with constants.
I don’t do forgiveness
I do behavior that’s honest.
If that’s respectless…
Then I guess I’m flawless.

I’m respectless
’cause you were reckless, unsteady, ineffective
And every time you try to test me,
I remind you who’s corrective.
I’m restless
’cause your best guess never meets my standards
And when I clap back too clean?
You panic like I’m slanderous.
I’m fearless
’cause I’m peerless, you can’t near this.
I don’t keep the peace
For men who never bring fairness.
Respectless?
Baby… I’m not respectless.
I’m just done teaching men
Who refuse to learn their lessons.