[Intro]

Imagine releasing a diss track just to get bodied on a beat that you personally made yourself

That's fucking irony

[Verse 1]

Eating Spaghettios out on your door step then diss me 'bout food on the table bitch

Honest the only reason why you rapping's 'cause I set the thought in your head, I enabled this

I'm your creator, your maker, I rapped on your trash ass beats and this is the thanks I get?

You're just an MGK that's on a budget, well this is my killshot, wherever I aim, I hit

Honestly I'm just so tired of hearing your bullshit depression when you live in privilege

Hardest things you have been living with's how you have school wifi and why your flow's limited

You must have school shooter thoughts right now thinking like "Why'd I talk shit then release disses ignorant

If he claps back then I'm ending it, reliving Sandy Hook behind the gun 'cause I'm triggered" shit

Talk about my dick so much 'cause you riding it hoping one day that you might just get

All this attention I'm piling, "Make Waves" ain't even out yet and got more plays than your whole following

I put you on, do not try this shit, 38 NIGHTS is the lifespan of your whole career

'Cause you know for a fact that you're trash and this is your last chance reviving it

But no one is near to come bail you out this time

Failure at its prime

Sending disses? At least trail your facts to mine

Talking how I can't maintain a static mind

On topics you creating plays about when I

Know for fact that you fail to have an idea of what pain is actually like

Living in PA got the white boy sheltered to the strain of tragic life

Fake mental issues for the fake Harry Potter looking like a regular customer for Walter and Jesse

He got everything he wanted without a struggle, oh boohoo what a shame, I had to work for everything

Getting sweaty since a little kid knowing that death was imminent seeing it all around me keeping my brain heavy

So forgive me for wanting to brag a little, that's not me losing integrity, that's being greatful to what I'm getting, ah!

[Skit]

Woah woah woah slow it down, slow it down

Remember how he was talking all that shit about rapping fast 'cause no substance blah blah blah blah

Whatever

[Verse 2]

I'm not the type to go air out my dirty laundry tryna find some attention

From listeners who I don't even know playing my music 'cause really I'm lonely and desperate

But for the record you're not the only one feeling left out in a state of dementia

Difference is I don't make people feel bad for me, I just get through it then back to the present

Talking bout you not falling for the templates yet all of your songs just be sounding the same

38 NIGHTS was your best content 'cause I forced you out your comfort zone and the plays

Still be racking up to this day and now you just dissing me for the fame to prove that I'm fake

When that whole diss track just proved you a hypocrite tryna maintain your presence

It's dwindling, now that I'm coming, it's finishing

Your mental state is diminishing

Deleted your old mixtape (which by the way I had a feature there that you fucked up all the mixing)

Inebriated was some budget me shit and yet you calling me out on penmanship

You're not a real friend, you're a hater projecting the truth that you a never-been

And don't even start me on Coffee Lid

Better artist than me? Hardly kid

Resampled beats just to copy this blindbyhate kid? That's a budget budget

To your only yes man? Ain't that really something

Even the cover to that track was pulled from the bitch's Instagram that got you slumping

In your feels so bad that you made a song she'll never hear, you got blindbyloving, yuh

You mention a lot about me talking bout all the women I get on a regiment

Must be jealous that the fat beaner getting way more loving in one day than you ever get

Last time a bitch even looked at your dick that wasn't a dog, class was in session

That was like 8th grade and since then you resort to your hand as your only attention

Finishing high school online 'cause you couldn't be trusted to not shoot up the fucking campus

Live in the middle of nowhere in tilted houses eating food donations meant for cashless

Don't even know how to flow his lyrics or to ride the beat, fuck the timing on average

In need of feature after feature say I wanna be you? I wanna be what you haven't

All this for clout and shit calling me 10 but last I checked your voice sound like Spongebob on crack

Rap with a lithp but like Kyle you falling off just as quick as your shit started, no cap

I live to my name, I'm superior at everything that I'm working for, that is a fact

So think twice before sending shots, oh I'm in Emma's DMs so go tell her hit the homie back

Supz