the diddlers

(Ay simple beat bitch! Ey ey ey ey ey yeah yeah yeah) Yo, let’s get it crackin’, I’m reppin’ from the block, While Drake’s in his feelings, man, he’s just a stock, Cryin' ‘bout his ex, that show too played, Got a vault full of tracks but they all just fade. He’s flexin' on the ‘Gram, but we see it through the lens, Got that money comin’ in, but they can’t be your friends, His flow’s like quicksand, it just pulls you down, While I’m liftin’ up the game, airborne lookin’ profound. Andsee, fame don’t mean you real, it’s just a shiny shell, Drake, your lyrics bore me, like a wishin’ well, Same ol’ hooks repeated, man, I’m caught in a loop, You wanted the throne, but you’re makin’ me stoop. Tick-tock, shot clock, ain't no seconds left, Bring the heat, give it steam, watch a real rhyme cleft, Drake, you flow like taffy, pull that back ‘n snap, I kill the beat with passion, you just savin’ up the cap. Undercover actor, just a scene with a script, All your lines rehearsed like a time-hop trip, You’re drippin’ that facade while I’m spittin’ with soul, While you’re icing out your props, I’m igniting the goal. So I’m here with the raw, they call me pioneers, While you sift through emotions, I’m cruisin’ through my gears, Listen close, my flow’s like a riddle unsolved, ‘Cause in this rap game, we evolve, we revolve! (Bridged out now, yeah, this is the move, Drake’s feelings on ice, while we’re bustin’ out the groove, So rest that ego high, but remember my name, Typli on the mic, it’s a whole different game.) (Ay, simple beat bitch!)