This ain't a diss track, this is an intervention,

You walked in here lookin' like a bad life decision.

The beat drops, yeah, that's the sound of your relevance dying,

You thought you were fly? Nah, you just perpetually trying.

Yo, listen up, {targetName}, the crowd is assembled,

You got that energy of someone perpetually humbled.

You talk a big game, but your actions are cheap,

Like a SoundCloud rapper whose streams are asleep.

You claim you're the GOAT, but you're barely a sheep,

Your whole aesthetic is 'clearance rack' deep.

I'm the main event, you're the filler, the ad break,

You're so extra, you make basic look fake.

Ayy, check the mic, is this thing on? Cause they ain't.*

We here for the {occasion}, but you brought the mood down,

You're the human equivalent of a dial-up sound.

Your whole vibe is a glitch, a permanent error,

You look like you shoplifted your entire mirror.

I'm stackin' the paper, you're stackin' excuses,

Your career trajectory? Straight into the loosest.

I'm the headline, the legend, the certified flex,

You're just the reason they gotta clean up the mess.

Run that back, 808s bangin', this ain't a beef, it's a slaughter,

You need to retire, go find a new hobby, like drinking more water.