[Verse 1: Leg]
Don't talk about new friends, you ain't got no friends
Didn't write shit, bro, you ain't gotta pretend
Straight out Ohio, your dumb ass and Logan
"It's Everyday Bro", what happened to the slogan?
Manager got raided by the motherfucking FBI
Older brother dropped off by KSI
Two mil' in debt, better pay them dues
Can't spell "the Pauls" without L; they lose, yeah
The whores, you paid 'em, you ain't gettin' laid, and you still gon' never win
You going to jail, maybe be able to see them Stoke boy twins
Claiming you rich, but you looting the shops
Sayin' you innocent, grabbed by the opps
Is that a pеdo? Oh, no, that's your pops
2020, man, it's time to stop

[Verse 2: PACKGOD]
You be alone in a mansion, you braggin' on your cash flow
Friеnds walkin' out, you acting like an asshole
Ego be growin', you surrounded by them yes-men
Your beats is salad, now I'm on the shit like a dressin'
Whole life's a lie, bitch, it's time for confessing
Tana's tits be faker than your fucking wedding
250 racks on that Gucci Mane feature
Stupid as fuck, now you mad at your teachers
[Verse 3: PACKGOD]
Stop smiling, more fake than mythology
Yeah, I know you a star, but this shit ain't astrology
(What's a DM?) And she DM'd him right back with a whole-ass apology (Oh)
Where's Chance and Anthony? They were your lovers
Bro, back in Ohio, man, your dad fucked your mother
And she was his sister, and he was her brother
And the biggest mistake was when they forgot the rubber, uh

[Bridge: PACKGOD]
Every day, bro, it's a whole 'nother scandal
Everyone wished that you died on Disney Channel
You claimin' your bars, we know you a swiper
You flexing Desiigner, now he's your ghostwriter
Friends be on leashes, you treat 'em like mutts
Armanis a modern day Jabba the Hutt
While he's racking up charges and rapin' the innocent
You makin' videos, still acting innocent
Knocked out by Nate when you start throwin' hands
Yo' dad's like a goblin off of Clash of Clans
Shoot a new video, flex all your bands
Make bullshit programs to scam all your fans
Show off your house, stunt all your cars
Just 'cause you got famous don't mean you got bars
Back to Ohio, bitch, make me some chicken
Fresh Outta London, but now you in prison!
[Verse 4: PACKGOD & Leg]
Dropped outta school, now your dumb ass illiterate
Think you the best, but you flawed, now consider it
Fans let it fly 'cause they all be oblivious
20 mil' subs, 20 million idiots
Channel's, channel's gonna die and we ain't gonna mourn
Daily vlogs turned into glorified porn
Explicit content for them 12-year-old dumb males
Out of ideas, stuck Riley Reid up on the thumbnails
Securing the bag, but no one respects you
Where is Team 10? They all just left you
Claiming the justice for Floyd in the movement
But you at the mall, disrespectin' and lootin'
Track be toxic, ain't talkin' pollution
In court, you'll be sorry when they persecutin'
Cameras be rolling, let's get to the shootin'
This ain't a diss-track, it's a whole execution