I don’t write the rules 

Got a Swiss cheese womb 

Testosterone stacked 

Like it’s debt 

Service, Internal Revenue 

 

Making jealous out of Tate 

Already got more straight 

Girls trying to marry 

When I ain’t got no money 

Don’t need that night talk, late 

 

This is all I hear 

What a diss track 

Sounds like 

To me 

 

Word it, back- 

Wards, that’s 

All a diss track 

Sounds like 

To me 

 

Speak it fast 

Write it slow 

I can’t rap 

But I can flow 

They were talking freestyle in high school like they mean it 

Bitch sit down, you never look nothing like Kendrick 

Get a real job, so you can mess it up and quit 

Dude acting like he gon’ be a real bad bitch 

You can’t marry me 

You can’t parody 

Can’t carry teams for shit 

Little boy can’t even spell his name, wanna be a writer. Okay. Take another hit. 

 

This is all I hear 

What a diss track 

Sounds like 

To me 

 

Word it, back- 

Wards, that’s 

All a diss track 

Sounds like 

To me 

 

Haha, I’m not even playing bro 

Just trying to break some cycle 

Yeah, sometimes I’m kinda psycho 

Front on frontiers, hit gold 

Better fake it till you make it, my whole 

Playlist is one name, yeah.. you know. 

 

This is all I hear 

What a diss track 

Sounds like 

To me 

 

Word it, back- 

Wards, that’s 

All a diss track 

Sounds like 

To me 

 

Ey, ey, ey, ey 

Throw a couple more in there 

Ey, ey, ey, ey 

Will you forgive me if I say this was a dare