The New Chapter

Look at the new chapter, look at his style, it’s a tragic mistake, You look like a budget, bootleg 6ix9ine with none of the plaques. Got that Lil Xan posture, looking washed and confused, Like Machine Gun Kelly when Eminem blew up his news. You try to dress fly but you’re looking like trash, A discount Post Malone with no hits and no cash. Since yours is a 6 and mine is a seven, My brain is bigger than 9 11. You look like Ed Sheeran if he slept in a bin, Or Lil Pump's career, just a permanent spin. You're a walking meme, a celebrity clone, But the dollar-store version that nobody will own, Own your pace you braced Sylvester Stallone. So pack up your gear, man, your image is dead, You’re a statistical flop with no thoughts in your head. You’re a deep-fake wrapper, a counterfeit clone, Got that Tekashi hairline, sitting alone. Looking like Drake on a budget, crying on tracks, But you can't pay rent with those ghost-written facts. You got that Travis Scott autotune choking your throat, Trying to swim in the deep end, drowning your boat. A Dollar Tree Tyga, a Kid LAROI clone, Even your shadow is wishing it left you alone. You’re a glitch in the system, a typo in print, Looking for fame but you don’t leave a footprint. So delete your account, put your mic on the shelf, You didn't just lose, man, you embarrassed yourself. I’m a premium product, you’re an expired lease, I create the whole storm while you beg for some peace. You’re a footnote in history, a skip on the playlist, I'm the headline act that they put on the A-list. My bars are investments, your lyrics are loans, I’m breaking the charts while you're breaking your bones. You brought a plastic knife to a lyrical war, Now you're swept off the stage and left at the door. No encore for flops, no revival in sight, Turn the studio off, man, and turn out the light.