paroles de chanson Insecure - Quadeca

He's so insecure
Nowhere to run
Nowhere for more

Nah sike fuck that shit, fuck that shit
(Yeah, yeah, you alredy know bro)
Turn up the fucking beat
KSI, what the fuck are you talking about (ay, cmon man)
C'mon none of that fake shit in my diss tracks
None of that, none of that
Antt Beatz

Ay
JJ, I'm so sorry you're angry (sorry)
Hairline so fucked up, your barber is Tay Keith (hahaha)
I'm 18 making main stages (huh, huh)
You were 18 and a virgin in the basement making rape faces (what?)
And now you really think your music is the most heat (huh, huh)
Oh that's so profound, you 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 (huh, huh)
That your friends are terrified to
Let you know that you're wack (true)
Now your homies are your yes-men, ego's over the max (wow)
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 gonna diss Quad
Had to point the finger like when old folks typin'
But I killed your writer once, now he a ghost ghost writer
Ay, I never thought that KSI would make me get in the booth
But all your friends fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 could rap (huh)
It's actually sad how you don't know that you are actually bad
It's actually mad, I'm actually really gonna get up to the bands
But I'll never understand why you really wanna ban me
Yes men actin' like a fan
But they keep you in a bubble that you live in like Sandy
I just be sticking to plan A, you more a fan of the plan B
I know it must be hard, you're like "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
You're like the black Marina Joyce meets FouseyTube, huh
How you gonna call me awkward, you a big nerd
Make you turn blue in the face just like you're 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, Bitch (Bitch)
I don't care about no motherfuckin' whip, no (I don't care)
Fuck them diamonds on your wrist, no
(Fuck them diamonds on your wrist)
There's more to life than this (Yeah, yeah)
I got you insecure, turn your whole life into a blur
Had to let you right back in my world

Say if Quadeca was watching this right now he would one hundred
Percent disagree with you and think he's
Better than you because of what you put out
Yeah and then I'ma put stuff out and
Then I'm going blow him out the fucking water

Yeah, you 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 like "how much wood could a woodchuck chuck"
Just shut the fuck up, time to stop bro
Saying words, but they all feeling hollow
Put down the mic and pick up the Elgato
I used to watch this guy, back in grade five
The Sidemen, they ain't even on your side (no, no)
Decide man, what's the reason they would lie (what's the)
Quadeca on their playlist more than KSI
Yeah, JJ shooting shots like an AK
But he made waves being lonely with a rape face
Now he change face thinking that he gonna save face
Hit 'em from across the fuckin' pons, no Lele, Lele
This my payday, you a neighsay
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 (No)
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 gettin' no views
When you said "I'm done with music"
We all wished 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 caliber
British bitches tryna' shoot they shot, Boston massacre
Know 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 matador
Just tell me the fuck are you rapping for
Bitch I do not gotta go boxing to 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

You wanna fight Quadeca?
That's what I mean I fucking
Bro that's what I mean you can't beat me
I'm a fucking like unbeatable force
Shit
And Quadeca's gonna think he's better than you
Yes, of course please
Please man don't
Get that shit out of my face, god