Souad Kaouache
Oh my fucking god
You know
Honestly
I didn't even think I'd be here this early
It's just now 2024
And we already into some shit
Well
Spaceman gonna get it done
Apparently people are stealing my shit
Look at your numbers you're such a hit
Can you explain what's not to get?
Homie took my tracks and pitched them down
Posting them proud like he made my sound
On no bullshit I do work
And you try to steal that shit?
On my mama in the dirt
That's where you'll go if I ever see your fucking face
Don't you doubt me bitch
I got my ways and I will find you
Post you on the gram see how serious I am
And yeah I'm kinda flattered
You like my songs so much
But the jig is up it's shattered
Better know your time is up
What was you thinking that cold December day?
On the 9th to be exact man it hasn't been a month
But I caught you in the act, funny how that karma work
And now that I know, you know I gotta say some shit
Pretend to be me now I got you in my sites
Talk about a clone, homie is a wish version
Carlino, think you're right, not even a Walmart version
Tell me how many bars have you actually written
Cuz you stole all of mine, 8 tracks to be exact
Buts it's like I speak to ghosts
Or like I'm battling myself
Cuz this is a diss track
But I know there won't be a response unless I make it
Tell me, will you take it?
On god no cap, You gonna steal this one too?
Thieving on my skill
With these words I'm boutta kill
I can't even pronounce your name no I won't even try
But at least I can say your name ain't in my mouth
Thanks I guess cuz you didn't take my fucking name
But you changed a lot of names
On the tracks and made em gay
I can't believe this is how my new year gonna start
I could go all fucking day about this stupid fucking shit
Yes it's worth my time gotta call you on the shit
And I hope to god you realize
What the fuck you've done
You try to steal my franchise and you're gonna have some fun
And as I fucking right this I'm really fucking sick
But skill doesn't waver I can write and rap all day
Bitch I'm hungry
I'm hungry for the hate
It doesn't even matter no it's not a debate
Boy the man is desperate to be something great
But I can't even lie id try to steal my shit too
Cuz I'm just that fucking good
Yeah no matter what you say
I am the underdog
And you chose the wrong fucking game to play bitch
You know
Honestly
I didn't even think I'd be here this early
It's just now 2024
And we already into some shit
Well
Spaceman gonna get it done
Apparently people are stealing my shit
Look at your numbers you're such a hit
Can you explain what's not to get?
Homie took my tracks and pitched them down
Posting them proud like he made my sound
On no bullshit I do work
And you try to steal that shit?
On my mama in the dirt
That's where you'll go if I ever see your fucking face
Don't you doubt me bitch
I got my ways and I will find you
Post you on the gram see how serious I am
And yeah I'm kinda flattered
You like my songs so much
But the jig is up it's shattered
Better know your time is up
What was you thinking that cold December day?
On the 9th to be exact man it hasn't been a month
But I caught you in the act, funny how that karma work
And now that I know, you know I gotta say some shit
Pretend to be me now I got you in my sites
Talk about a clone, homie is a wish version
Carlino, think you're right, not even a Walmart version
Tell me how many bars have you actually written
Cuz you stole all of mine, 8 tracks to be exact
Buts it's like I speak to ghosts
Or like I'm battling myself
Cuz this is a diss track
But I know there won't be a response unless I make it
Tell me, will you take it?
On god no cap, You gonna steal this one too?
Thieving on my skill
With these words I'm boutta kill
I can't even pronounce your name no I won't even try
But at least I can say your name ain't in my mouth
Thanks I guess cuz you didn't take my fucking name
But you changed a lot of names
On the tracks and made em gay
I can't believe this is how my new year gonna start
I could go all fucking day about this stupid fucking shit
Yes it's worth my time gotta call you on the shit
And I hope to god you realize
What the fuck you've done
You try to steal my franchise and you're gonna have some fun
And as I fucking right this I'm really fucking sick
But skill doesn't waver I can write and rap all day
Bitch I'm hungry
I'm hungry for the hate
It doesn't even matter no it's not a debate
Boy the man is desperate to be something great
But I can't even lie id try to steal my shit too
Cuz I'm just that fucking good
Yeah no matter what you say
I am the underdog
And you chose the wrong fucking game to play bitch
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Writer(s): Zachary Thompson
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