[Intro] Yeah... Taylor the Rap Queen, huh? That's boring. Tryna be the female, happy-bad-bitch version of me? Try harder. Yeah... See, the difference between us? You got attitude. I got bars. You got catchphrases. I got chapters. You got a character. I got a catalogue. And after all that talk... I'm still the one you built the whole song around. Yeah... I'm fucking Raplover. [Verse 1] You started with "boy don't play with me", cool, that's nice Then spent the whole song tryna borrow my hype Every line got a pose, every bar got a strut But the substance so light I could blow it with dust Bad bitch this, bad bitch that Same four punchlines then you loop right back Like the beat kept running but the pen got flat Had a whole damn song and still said jack You call it pressure, I call it panic Whole flow recycled, factory damage Got a loud-ass image but the bars ain't landed Like a private jet body with a scooter engine [Verse 2] Let's talk structure since you wanted that smoke Every verse same road, every bridge same joke No switch in the pocket, no twist in the quotes Just the same damn boat tryna stay afloat You got one idea then you stretch it for miles Like chewing one piece of gum for a hundred damn whiles I was waiting for the moment where the writing got wild Instead I got attitude wearing different styles A diss need layers, a diss need aim A diss need punches that remember your name You brought the energy, I'll give you that claim But energy alone ain't winning the game [Hook] Same joke. Same joke. Different verse... Same joke. [Verse 3] You keep saying I'm boring, that's funny as hell Cause the whole diss based around stories I tell If I'm really that weak then explain it yourself Why my name in every corner of your catalogue shelf? See I write about faith, write family, pain Write losses and lessons and things that remain You write one emotion and ride that train Till the wheels fall off and derail the lane I build worlds in the bars when the pen get moving You build poses and captions and call it improving I'm writing blueprints, you're decorating buildings Big difference between construction and illusion [Verse 4] You wanted lyrical miracle? Cool, let's dance Every syllable landing with military plans I got patterns inside of the patterns I planned While you still tryna balance one thought in your hands I can bend up the cadence and switch up the pace Then return to the pocket without losing my place You be running in circles, same angle, same face Like a GPS glitch in the middle of space Every line got purpose when I enter the booth Every rhyme got evidence attached to the proof You got confidence, sure, but confidence loose When the bars gotta stand on their own in the truth [Verse 5] See the problem ain't Taylor, let's keep it a buck The problem is thinking loud means you tough You can scream at a mountain all day if you want Still won't move a damn rock from the front I don't need twenty insults to make one point Don't need fake outrage every time I'm annoyed I let the writing do work while the bars stay poised You let the volume do work while the substance avoid That's why your whole diss feel longer than it should Like a movie with no ending but it swears that it's good Could've ended after verse two and probably still would Hit exactly the same way that the rest of it could [Verse 6] Now let's get disrespectful, just slightly though You got a thousand watt image and a bicycle flow Got designer word choices but they don't really go Like a mansion front door on a shack made of stone You say "slay" every sentence, okay we get it You a queen, you a boss, yeah we already read it But remove all the slogans and what's left in the edit? A couple empty bars and a confidence fetish That's harsh but somebody gotta say it Cause everybody cheering while the bars on vacation I'm not hating, I'm grading the presentation And the pen got lost somewhere before creation [Hook] Same joke. Same joke. Different verse... Same joke. [Outro] Yeah... You called me boring. But somehow... You wrote a whole song about me. Think about that. Raplover.
