I take your favorite major rapper, left him independent
Cryin' in the corner
‘Cause I ain't into sorta kinda, dissin' ♥♥♥♥♥♥
I'm borderline addicted to slaughter
Line up ♥♥♥♥♥♥ in order
Of who you think can really ♥♥♥♥ with me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck then he ghost
Ain't no need for discussion
If they weren't talking 'bout the bread
These ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ be toast
Clap at the fake deep rappers
The OG gatekeep rappers
The would-you-take-a-break-please rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' ♥♥♥♥, I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur eight week rappers
Lil' whatever—just another short bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers
Get exposed standin' next to 6'4" rappers

swagin