don’t even respond :3 lyrics

[Part I]

[Verse 1]
How you playin' victim while sneak dissin'?
Yo' beats missin', yo' feats glisten whenever we listen
Everybody skip yo' part
Afourteen fans been my children
Won't even let you cook before I cook you in each kitchen
Keep p*ssin' yo' sheets
b*tch, battlin' me, please
You keep missin', and keep missin', and keep missin', yo' bars weak
Anarchy the last thing that's do some preach
You tryna silence voices of the people, I let 'em speak
How much did you pay for that JELEEL feat'?
Couple bands, I heard from your homie
Go leak some more nudes from your ex instead of rap battlin' BROKIE
So mad that he chokin'
All I heard was laughable, brodie
You ain't rappin', you only know how to rap karaoke
Stealin' flow of any rapper that's poppin'
That's why you hit that Yeat sh*t, SoundCloud prolly botted
Man, why the f*ck you sneak diss?
Say my name straight out the gate if you really wanna go beef, b*tch
So afraid of anyone that ain't glazin' yo' meat, sh*t's sad
That's why you light yo' Discord 'cause of me, sh*t's mad
Someone threw you a lame
Hit up SKOTSKR in pain
"Did she get that beat from you? Please tell me the names"
"Please tell me I'm great, please tell me I'm safe"
You ain't safe from me, lil' b*tch, I'll take yo' whole sh*t away
Hahaha
Go delete yo' track like that first sh*t
After this, I'm not sayin' yo' name, you not worth sh*t
I heard "22" by you, that's prolly your worst sh*t (pus*y)
Quit that sneak dissin' 'fore I show you how worse it get
I'll steal yo' fanbase, yeah, they ridin' my purse, b*tch
Flippin' burgers only time you ever gon' serve sh*t
I'm a rap game wordsmith, this the end to yo' words, b*tch
Suck my girl-di*k if you wan' talk on her again
Lil' b*tch-boy, it's BROKIE
[Outro]
And I'm not done either, b*tch, bring in the second beat

[Part II]

[Intro]
SKOTSKR
Ayy, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
You wanna go? (Bit') let's go

[Verse 2]
Can't give a f*ck 'bout these rappers
You pus*y to me and anyone else in yo' fanbase
You mad as f*ck what yo' DMs are sayin', but you should agree with the sh*t that yo' fans say
All of that new sh*t not it
I'ma give you some advice 'cause unlike me, you not great
Yo' homie went tried to dox me on SoundCloud
Yo' homie forgot that I do not rep L.A.
I rep the f*ckin' Bay
I do this every day
Even if that was my addy, I keep a K
sh*t will take you away, straight up to Heaven's Gate
Let's not do that 'cause my sh*t really blow a brain
Face on my balls like you wan' suck for [?]
So many disses, I threw the whole batch away
I drop a song on Fourteen and they celebrate
He drop a song on BROKIE, it do not hit the sa-a-a—
Yo'-yo'-yo' b*tch built like a waveform
Fat as the scab for the b*tches you pay for
Please do not say more about this Bay whore
Fourteen only gets hard if it's gay por—
You will not slide, b*tch, stay poor
You is debatin' on droppin' that track
Yo' homies is rats, they told me you gay for everybody who out poppin' and make more
Money you could ever pay for
Came to this sh*t with a blade, I came to this battle and hit yo' b*tch ass wit' a claymore
I hit escape for every one of yo' homies and family
b*tch, I got way more
Marric, get off my di*k 'cause right now you just takin' up space that I got for your main whore, uh
[Outro]
Hey, hey, f*ck it, I'ma switch up the beat one more time

[Part III]

[Intro]
Look, I'ma just real talk wit' you, bro
Because it seems like you don't have a lot of people around you who really check you, so
I feel like ever since Spider Gang disbanded, you've kinda lost where—, what you wanted to d—
Whatever, bro, just—, just listen
Look

[Verse 3]
Tell 'em the reason you don't like me for real
We don't relate and you never knew how to say how you feel
That's why you rap, you probably felt like if you got you a deal you wouldn't have to improve
Home-cooked meals and tater tots prolly all you ate
Never had to look for food yourself because you couldn't pay
First time being broke, this my first time getting paid
sh*t, you couldn't stand, so you use your raps to show your hate
It's okay, I get it, a kid from Jersey, out of state
Now you down in Broward living worse than me despite our age
I'd be angry too, but I use it to spark a flame
You ain't going anywhere responding to sh*t I say
It's okay not being rich, how bold can I be?
It's okay to be a b*tch, you just gotta own it like me
I know that your persona online don't match your ID
Because a skinny white man-child is all that I see
But you can change that, bring back that Marric your fans crave
It seems they going nowhere, homie, could be they Dad's age
These kids look up to you, teach their ass how to rap great
Unless respecting rap as an artform extracts pain
Quit that tough sh*t homie, you ain't Max Payne
Adjacent, you a kid like me who's getting they act straight
You twenty-two, I'm nineteen, we react ways to things that people could deem wack
Crazy and stupid, be honest with yourself
Do you wanna be thirty doing the same rapping sh*t you was doing so early?
You talented, if that was the case, man, it worried me
You drying up, go get you some Bert's Bees
Go get you a suit and do some sh*t that's for you
And I ain't talkin' you right now, that skinny kid in his room
I'm talkin' thirty-year-old Marric, who's still poppin' shrooms
Because he wanted to keep rappin' like he did back in school
Like, bro, come on, look around, all your homies is there
You trapped yourself in a box and it's okay to be scared
But I need you to man up and quit having smoke
Only reason I present the way I do is to cope
And you can use that to be a di*k
Use it to further the reason no one repeatin' your sh*t
It don't matter if I had a p*nis or I had a clit
You would probably feel the same way 'cause your feelings got hit
Seeing a kid like me do better while being a chick
[Outro]
Just come back, bro
It ain't that hard, bro
You can turn around, people will forgive you
It's fine
Just take your time, bro