No Offense lyrics

[Verse]
I used to be a boxer, but now I’m under the weather
Rappers always seem offended when I claim that I’m better
Y’all just some rats beggin' for some cheddar
You say you rap for a bag, but you only got four clicks
Y’all act like some bipolar chics
Silence on the other line, crickets
You say you copped a bad, boy, please, zip it
I’m short and a dork and I got the force
They say that I died but I ain’t no corpse
Got me livin' in a bubble like Sandy
Put in hard work like a handyman
Dr. Seuss, I do what I want and I do what I can
I’m just a guy, I ain’t no regular man
f*ck out my face if you not a fan
You a rapper? I assumed a garage band
Like your punchlines, you do not land
I don’t give a damn if I flex on the Gram
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I stay true to my identity
They get so butthurt, they unfriended me
Dahmer sent me a song
I put him a grave where he belong
The boy stop actin' like God
Dissin' me is suicide
Stop tryna hang with my squad
You’re not important, boy, you’re a tripod
You ain’t in the picture, you just hold the camera
I can take you hard once and you like, “Damn, bruh”
Man, yo ass on my nerves
I leave trash by the curb
Man, you call me trash, but you ask for a verse
You call me Lucifer, b*tch, I’m lifting your curse
Yeah, I’m lifting—
This a [?] you’re making
I’m a legend in the making
Put yourself in my shoes
Man, you probably couldn’t fit it
You say you exposed me, but you didn’t
Ty Dolla $ign prolly don’t get paid
They call me white-trash, nah, I’m just dirt-made
I take a diss and turn it into a compliment
Or ignore, not even acknowledge it
Either way, I’ll leave 'em p*ssed of
Like a set of flowers, you get p*ssed on
I’m so confident to haters, I been a threat
Then I realize it’s another pus*y on the internet
Been there and got checklisted, y’all won’t admit that I’m gifted
I’m the one that they mention
Put my name in your title, you want my attention
Well, you got it
Corny rappers picked on me for fun
Then I clapped back in three disses and murdered every single one
Now I’m on the run
Now I’m your dad and you’re a disappointment, son
Stepped in my ring and I’m ready to rumble
I put 'em in the dirt like a shovel
I get so personal, I enjoy watchin' 'em crumble
They call me corny, but I’m just a marketing genius
Y’all rappers can’t promote a song
Talkin' 'bout the same sh*t, you’re decent
The truth is your weakness
I’ll stomp on your head 'til you’re dead, while I’m preachin'
My ex [?], b*tch, she said I got problems
When that chic need a therapist
You left me for another dude and wished me good luck
You say I’m only good at sex, but we didn’t even f*ck
Can’t expose me when I’m the story to be told
These rappers call me pus*y but respond for attention like a four-year-old
Rappers be judgin' when I get straight to the point
I light they ass up like a joint
You ain’t hard if you stand in the group with guns in your hand and rap about bands
I bet your b*tch needs money so bad she created an OnlyFans
Haha
Haters think I’m bitter when I’m talkin' sh*t on Twitter
I love the taste of sweet revenge
Dear, rappers, no offense
I don’t make friends
'Cause I’ll never make amends
Welcome to my church, now let’s pray for my sins