[Intro] Yheah… Raplover… You lit the match then cried like a fragile bitch when the flames turned tactical… This beat by Ravin, shout out… [beat stops] Now watch me body this bitch [Verse 1] You started the static, flipped quick to the victim, manufactured the drama with fractured decisions Support turned extortion, performance distortion, poorly recorded, forced story extortion Talk like you built it but most of it borrowed, confidence hollow, tomorrow it echoes the sorrow Follow then pivot, call it a pivot, every new version just mimics the pitiful image you pivot Nicki the image but missing precision, glitch in your system, no vision, just repetition admission Mention my name like it’s oxygen needed, really it’s pressure that’s breaking your ego, conceited [Verse 2] You talk about fire but scared when it burns you, matchstick queen melting the second it turns you Projection so heavy you live in my shadow, rent-free in your head but you swear that I’m mad though Fake aggression masking your weak ass talent, energy loud but the skill is a fragment, valiant Fumble the structure, collapse in the pocket, I switch up the cadence, you stuck like a rocket, drop it Desperate attention whore circling my name, six tracks deep still screaming the same lame game Built your whole rep off dissing my name, without Raplover your career’s fucking lame, shame [Verse 3] Talentless hack with the loudest complaints, living rent-free while your confidence faints Attention starved diva with zero real bars, hiding behind poses and recycled “slayyy” scars I’m the blueprint you copy, the wave you can’t ride, without my name your whole catalog died, dried Keep screaming my name like a broke-ass prayer, I’m the god in your temple, you just the cheap player Shut the fuck up, Taylor, your time’s up for real, matchstick melted, bow down to the king, kneel, feel [Verse 4] Walking contradiction, loud with zero substance, bad bitch facade but the pussy got no punch, front Started the smoke then played victim real quick, every verse begging for more of my dick, sick Desperate drama queen, ego rewriting location, every diss just confirms my domination, elevation Illusion confusion, delusion of fusion, you crumble to dust while I’m building the fusion, conclusion Copy of copy, reduction of art, basic intrusion exposing your heart, depart You lit the match, now the flames got you roasted, Raplover forever, your career’s fucking ghosted [Outro] Yheah... Raplover......
