Heart pt. 6

Lyrics

Alright The Pulitzer Prize winner is definitely spiralin' I got your fuckin' lines tapped, I swear that I'm dialed in First I was a rat, so where's the proof of the trial then? Where's the paperwork of the cabinet it's filed in 1090 Jake would've took all the walls down The streets would've had me hidin' out in a small town My Montreal connects stand up, now fall down The one's that you're gettin' your stories from, they all clowns I am a war general, season in preparation My jackеt is covered in medals, honor, and dеcoration You waited for this moment, overcome with the desperation We plotted for a week and then we fed you the information Your fans are rejoicing thinking this is my expiration Even the picture you used, the jokes, and the medication The Maybach glove and the drug he uses for less inflation Master manipulator, you bid on the speculation You dumb and reactive n***a, I'm petty with dedication This Epstein angle was the shit I expected TikTok videos you collected and dissected Instead of being on some diss direct shit, you rather fucking grab your pen and misdirect shit My mom came over today and I was like, "Mother I-, mother I-, mother I-" Wait a second, that's that one record where you say you got molested Aw, fuck me, I just made the whole connection This about to get so depressing This is trauma for your own confessions This when your father leave you home alone with no protection, so neglected That's why these pedophile raps is shit you so obsessed with, it's so excessive And maybe your miscarriage is the reason why you obsessin over my own blessings They acting like it's so aggressive But you just never known affection I don't wanna diss you anymore, this really got me second-guessing "Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflecting I never been with no one under age but now I understand why this the angle that you really mess with Just for clarity, I feel disgusted I'm too respected If I was fucking young girls, I promise I'd have been arrested I'm way too famous for this shit you just suggested, but that's not the lesson Drake is not a name that you gon' see on no sex offender list, easy does it You mention an A-minor but n****s got a B-sharp and tell the fans, "Who was it?" You thought you left D-flat, E-major I slit your throat with the razor and do Rick Ross air like that one flight from Malaysia Only fuckin' with Whitney's, not Millie Bobby Brown's, I'd never look twice at no teenager I'm a fucking hit maker dog, not a peace maker, Bullets that I'm stuffing in each chamber, your ass in extreme danger Album dropping soon, no wonder you turn to clout chaser instead of doing hard labor N***a, I'll see ya when I see ya [Outro] You keep him out the records, say it’s “off-limits,” right? Funny how the strongest love stay scared of the light. Whole world watchin’, every move get dissected, Tell me, who you really tryna keep protected? See, everybody got a soft spot, found yours quick, Mention one name, now the whole room shift. Funny how the calm disappear that fast, Guess even legends got nightmares keepin them up at night You’ll tear apart my image, question every move, But one headline ‘bout him? Now it’s “watch what you do.” You call it respect, I call it fear ‘Cause the only thing sacred is the life that’s behind. You got too much built for a crack in the glass, Too many dreams tied to making it last. One careless headline, one rumor that spreads, Now you gotta rap with the internet in your head. So go ahead, write another Pulitzer page, Turn pain into poetry, put fire on stage. But every masterpiece got one line it’ll dodge, And I think I just found yours… without saying much. You’ll say, “That’s respect.” I ain’t arguin’ that. I’m sayin’ respect become weight on your back. ’Cause every bar you write gotta live two lives: One for the culture, one for the love at night. Everybody think battles are bars and applause, Nah, battles find the things you ain’t ready to lose. Money come back. Awards get replaced. Legends survive. Reputations get saved. But ten years with somebody? Different story. That ain’t platinum records—that’s memory. So if my words ever make the media mad It ain’t ‘cause I’m better… it’s ’cause that shit is too parasocial You can outwrite me. You can outrhyme me. History probably gon’ stand beside thee. But for one round I don’t need your defeat, I just need Ruby… with love. I'm not gonna lie, this shit was um, some good exercise, like it's good to get out and get the pen working. You would be a worthy competitor if I was really a predator and you weren't fucking lying to every blog or an editor but... it is what it is. You definitely got this shit burnt the fuck out though, like you got ten more records to drop. The one before the last one we finessed you into telling a story that doesn't even exist, and then you go and drop the West Coast one to try and cover that up. I would like that one, that would