Insecure

(Uhhhh) he's so insecure Nowhere to run Nowhere for more Nah, it's like fuck that shit, fuck that shit Turn up the fucking beat, bro KSI, what the fuck are you talking about, man? Come on, none of that fake beef shit about disstracks, bro None of that, none of that JJ, I'm so sorry you're angry Hairline so fucked up, your barber is Tay Keith I'm 18 making main stages You were 18 and a virgin in the basement making rape faces And now you really think your music is the most heat? Oh, that's so profound, you've changed, that's so deep Shut the fuck up, leave the studio and record some Fifa They torture people with your music out in North Korea Got so big and made so many stacks That your friends are terrified to let you know that you're wack Now, your homies are your yes men, ego's over the max Call Shane Dawson, I think this guy's a sociopath, huh I saw you leave the studio with Diss God You don't make your own shit So how you're gonna diss Quad? Had to point the finger like when old folks typing But I killed your writer once, now he a ghost-ghostwriter I never thought that KSI would make me get in the booth But all your friends fucking with me way more heavy than you I'm telling the truth I'm small, I'm skinny, I'm white, I got a lisp, I'm awkward And I'm fucking better than you Yeah (yeah) Let's take it back to the past When you made a vid' And people would actually laugh At how you reacted to packs instead of how bad you can rap It's actually sad How you don't know you're actually bad It's actually mad I'm actually really gonna up to the bands But I'll never understand why you really wanna ban me Yes, man, acting like a fan But they keep you in a bubble that you live in like Sandy I've just been sticking to Plan A You're more a fan of the Plan B I know it must be hard Yelling, "My own fans can't stand me" Yeah, your music is not complex You talk nonsense Mediocre with a god complex You're delusional, on drugs, or you fuse the two (uhhh uhh uhh) You're like the black Marina Joyce meets FouseyTube, (huh huh, uhuhuhuh) How you're gonna call me awkward? You're a big nerd (hmmm hmm) Make you turn blue in the face just like you Squidward But to be honest, bro, I wish that I was still a fan Logan Paul, come and film this, I think I just killed a man Bitch, bitch, I don't care about no motherfucking whip (I don't care about no whip, uhh uh hmm hmm) Fuck them diamonds on your wrist There's more to life than this, yeah, yeah (uh uh uh, uhn uhn uhn) (There's more) I got you insecure Turn your whole life into a blur Had to let you right back in my world orld ord oh oh oh (See, if Quadeca is actually watching this right now) (He will 100% disagree with you) (And he think is better than you because of what) (What you put out?) (Yeah, and then Imma put stuff out) (And then I'm gonna blow him outta the fucking water) Yeah, you're riding waves Can't get outta the water Can't buy a good song for a dollar I ain't never been the type to just follow You're like, "How much wood could a wood chuck chuck" Just shut the fuck up, time to stop, bro Saying words, but they're all feeling hollow Put down the mic and pick up the Elgato I used to watch this guy Back in grade 5 The Sidemen, they ain't even on your side Decide man, what's the reason they would lie? Quadeca on their playlist more than KSI Yeah, JJ shootin' shots like an AK But he made waves being lonely with a rape face Now he change face thinking now he gonna save face Hit him from across the fucking Pons, no Lele-Lele This my payday You a naysay JJ, bro, you change-changed from the great days And not in a good way, in a bad way How you gonna talk that way when you're trash mate? Yeah, I just checked out what your gram was on Yeah, not a photo without a bandana on Yeah, keep that hidden, you're so scared, why? What you hiding more, is it your girlfriend or your hairline? Look, bro, I'm getting confused The real music ain't really getting no views When you said, I'm done with music We all wish that you were telling the truth You had to go transform, that's so deep, and you're so sick KSI, you're an asshole, and you transformed into a bigger prick Yeah, no, you can't get on my calibre British bitches tryna shoot, they shot, Boston massacre No, I'm too spectacular, I just can't find your talent, sir I think that ended back in 2012, just like that calendar Dodge the bullshit like a Metador Just tell me the fuck are you rapping for? Bitch, I do not gotta go boxing knock you And pop your whole head going back and forth I gotta drive you a passenger They ask, "Could I hop on your track or verse" I think I would rather get stabbed by a Dagger and die while I'm wearing some Maverick merch That's what i mean, that's fucking No that what's what i mean, you can beat me I'm a fucking like unbeatable force And Kodak is gonna think he's better than you Yeah but please, please man (hahaha) Don't, get shit out my face (hahaha) Gone