That shit mid

Talking big with no accolades and no hits

I don't know you don't give a fuck what you did

That shit mid, run it back, would be better off if you quit

Brother, you not humble

Ain't no space for the bags you fumble

Don't got bars, but you bumble-bumble

These kids so special, don't miss the tumbling like

Watch how they bitch and grumble

Ain't got cheers when they're in the rumble

Talk Discord, but I know 'bout Mumble

Your main shit is my side hustle, uh

My views are a hate watch

You can't help yourself to a name drop

In the drop, you think it's the playoff

You're the opposite of renaissance

All your songs have got the same paint drop

Remixed themes with 808s laid on

Thought you might evolve from that place once

Ain't got friends no more you can take from

That shit mid

Talking big with no accolades and no hits

I don't know you don't give a fuck what you did

That shit mid, run it back, would be better off if you quit

I don't see the effort, all the screaming yet and shit you don't do

Talk 'bout being better, but your "being better" getting no views like

Different tiers measure, how they seeing letters, and they don't choose

You, scene ain't forgetting that you don't move, you got overloaded like how Chrome do, ay

Now that you suck, take a fact and content with it

Giving advice when you have no prerequisites

I am so sick of your "me-me-me" rhetoric

Leave that between all your memes and your therapist

Out of the loop, now you lost all your friends and shit

Treating your peers like they all be your nemesis

You ain't the centre of this, don't be negative

You just a ghost of the life that you've never lived

That shit-that shit-that shit mid

Talking big with no accolades and no hits

I don't know you don't give a fuck what you did

That shit mid, run it back, would be better off if you quit

Hah, yeah, hah, that shit mid

Haha, yeah, that shit mid

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