------- Hit me up if you want the receipts! ------- [VERSE 1] So I wake up to a diss track from a dude I barely know, Thirteen days inside a DM and he's putting on a show. Talking 'bout me like I owe him something, publicly, Like a couple listening parties means you're motherfucking stuck with me. I wasn't gonna bite, I wasn't even gonna bother, But you dragged my name in front of everybody, so here's your answer. [VERSE 2] I'm scrolling through the chat log and looking at our history, You tell me that the spectrum is a "stepping stone" to victory, But use it as a weapon and an alibi maliciously, The second I critique you, you just take it so defensively. You're literally typing out you "just want to be heard," While begging for a million fuckin' listens, it's absurd. You want the quantity to peak, but pivot to the quality The minute that I challenge it, you flip like a lobotomy. I asked you for some feedback, You fed it to a chatbot and you didn't even read back What it generated. Couldn't even play along, You pasted in the lyrics from a different song, And blamed it on the autism when I said that it was wrong. But the absolute defining little moment of our Discord, Was the second I set boundaries and you grabbed your fucking keyboard, Telling me that "women say that to avoid a little conflict." It's a boldly misogynistic angle to adopt, it's Crazy how you play the victim, bringing out the waterworks. So I'm reading your exact words back to show 'em that the plot don't work. Projecting all your insecurity is toxic. And you wonder why I kept it short about your projects. [VERSE 3] You asked Insider to help you be a better writer, But I can't teach a kid to spit if he ain't got the fire. You want the reputation, but you're scared to hold the lighter, Man, you could actually be dope if you just sat and tried to write it. Now I'm not the greatest teacher, I'll admit that, But if you ask for my advice, why would you turn around and hit back With generated lyrics from a totally different track? Like, did you even read the shit you pasted in the chat? It’s barely been two weeks, man, why you acting so attached? You're having public meltdowns over chit chat. You wanna be an artist, but you panic at the pushback, I handed you my blueprint and you didn't even look at it. [VERSE 4] It's so aggressively eristic how you argue with a wall, You built a whole relationship that wasn't there at all. I'm not a villain in your story, like Samuel Hayden, But this dude acts like it would DOOM him just to reply with 'OKAY THEN' You’re acting super clingy for a stranger, and the story's getting boring, I don't need to drop a diss if I can beat you by ignoring. But when you make it public and attack my fucking image, I'm kickin' in the doors to put an ending to your bitching. [BRIDGE] Look we've all got our problems, we've all got our 'tisms, But the difference is it's dismissive when you weaponize your condition. You use it as ammunition to justify your decisions, And play the victim to cover for a lack of ambition. You're treating thirteen days of typing like a life sentence, But based on your responses to me, you're fishing for attention. So before you try to lecture me on trauma or depression, Let me show you how it felt to be a kid in my position. [VERSE 5] My Father was a sly prick, violent guy he liked drink, Single step outta line? You're mine. That doesn't fly kid. I'd cry until my eyes were tired, like why don't I fit? Sat for hours howlin' why, was it something I did? How do I describe this, a child insight that fights wit With sights unsightly, frightened kid head riddled out with night fits. Knuckles white I type this, taste the salt on my lips. The solace is that I survived to rhyme my mind and write this. [VERSE 6] See, that's the fucking difference, get it, I ain't camping in my wreckage, I dragged myself to standing then put the venom in my message. You're sweating over chat logs, acting desperate for a second, You treat a two week internet obsession like a weapon. Look at you, you're bleeding, making victim your profession, You literally admitted you were desperate for attention. You're crying in my DMs just to get into my mentions, But the most pathetic shit is looking right at your own sentence: "If the words don't feel like you, then you're just passing time," While you feed my fucking paragraphs to chatbots on the side. You complain about my attitude and say I crossed a line, But at least when I'm a villain, ghost, the venom is all mine. [VERSE 7] You said this was "the last song," so congrats, you got your wish, 'Cause this is the only song I'll ever dedicate to this. You opened with "I hope it sticks," Well it stuck enough to get you bodied, so I guess it did. You said "you'll never get another song," like that was punishment, Brother, this is the first one, and I'm done with it. You told me you "figured that the song would get my attention," So the pain was just a tactic and the hurt was an invention, And the saddest part about it is you got what you intended, Here's your song, here's your response, now we're finished. "I'm not jealous, I'm just done," that's the line you chose to end it, But you published it for everyone, so clearly that's pretended, You wanted the attention and you got it, here's your mention, But this is the last time that your name gets in my sentences. [Plain Speaking] Fuck yourself sideways. [End]
