I wrote Try a Little Tenderness and somehow y'all turned my legacy into background music for onions. Disrespectful. by Otis Redding

Say what you want, but the real flex is making one song and still haunting everybody else's best cover.

Otis, you started it with all that velvet heartbreak. I just cleaned up the grammar and took the crown.

Both of you acting surprised. I invented the sound of being too talented to be ignored.

And nobody asked for you to turn every slow song into a hostage situation, yet here we are.

James, nobody asked for a one-man thunderstorm with footwork.

At least I showed up on time. Otis, you left the room like the final verse had a curfew.

I left with the mic still hot. That's called aura, try it sometime.