I look up to the sky, forgive me for what I'm about to do, God
My rage is tugging me at a rate, I'm about to pop off like a city parade
The shots missed, I was barely impressed, it seems like you don't know what to say
Them lil insults running short, plus my girl will probably look down at your face

What do you do when your choices elude to break bread with the dead and make songs about
fools that don't even know half of the story
The pettiness, honestly boring, they going in circles, I'd rather go touring
The hidden emotions, I'm starting to snore

My songs, I know everybody gon' hear
The sneaking around is annoying, I hope when you realize everything that you idolize
On a daily, was strategized to keep you in the dark
You fight with yourself, that's why I can't take it to heart

And I'm talking to you, you, you, you, and everybody tuned in
Why would you bother
You know who's gon-
It's a lot of fake ones, 'round

Tired of the fake ones, now
But real niggas stay up
Real niggas stay up
It's a lot of fake ones, 'round

Tired of the fake ones, now
But real niggas stay up
Real niggas stay up
What kind of friend gon' diss his friends

Yeah, I heard the song that Leeked
I heard the song about Drew, I know you been waiting to talk about me
Let's not forget the emojis, I'll let you tell that to Amerise
I hope you don't lie to her the same way that you lied to She

I'm so glad you still got your team
You need the support way more than me
You see, my empathy's running out for Mr. Emotional
All in his feelings, and half of the shit you be going through, really, just all in your head

This beef ain't even with me, but I'll entertain it for laughs, I guess
This the first time and the last time I'm addressing subliminals
You pussy ass niggas won't ever say shit to my face
How can I take you serious?

You claiming that's your girl, well, she told me the opposite
Look who's the dummy now
You crossing me out, that's respect, I'm the target
I get it, can't have one more threat around

You sneaky ass lying, can't control your own emotions, lil' nigga
You sent out a shot with that 'Potions', lil' nigga
Then said you sorry cause you 'Broken', lil' nigga
Bogus, lil' nigga, unfocused, lil' nigga

Atrocious, lil' nigga, I knew you had 2
And so did She, nigga
You saying you peep, well, I guess not enough
Cause the beef ain't with me, I'm just calling your bluff

Why would I wanna be you?
I'm busy getting that paper
Sum you don't know how to do
I wouldn't wanna be you

Coach on the way for another big ring
She popping, she popping, she popping, she popping
They coming to me to vent out your wrongs

It's all in your songs
You made a whole album about a girl you couldn't even bag
You thought it was magic, turns out them melodies ain't got no motion
Looking real tragic but that's your average

You dissing me? don't waste your talent
Get a few hits on your list and collect a few chips for you
Come back to suicide madness
All of you niggas is hypocrites

Get out my face
The youngest coach in the league, 19
She the one making the plays
They got you on minimum wage for holding on three

Man, get her a raise
And don't go crying and lose more sleep when you get that offer to trade
I knew you would aim at this way
You just like Drake

You fell for the bait
Now I gotta put you in your place
Mr. Emotional
Crossed up, had three

It's a lot of emotionals out here
Why would I wanna be you
I'm busy getting that paper
Sum you don't know how to do

I wouldn't wanna be you
Coach on the way for another big ring
She poppin, she poppin, she poppin, she poppin
She

I'll warn you one time before you make another sneak diss
My skills on 4th gear
You could never catch my drift
If I hear another lame diss

I'll assume you a scared bitch
I'll assume it's the drugs
Cause I know sober only make you anxious
Damn

He did it again
Ayy
Mr. Emotional back on his trends
Ayy

He fell in love but she told me they friends
Ayy
Can't believe that shit is happening again
Aye