Insecure Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Quadeca]
He's so insecure
Nowhere to run, nowhere for more
Nah, sike, f*ck that shit, f*ck that shit
(Yeah, yeah, you already know, bro)
Turn up the f*cking beat, bro
KSI, what the f*ck are you talking about? (Ayy, c'mon, man)
C'mon, none of that fake deep shit in my diss tracks
None of that, none of that (Antt Beatz)
Ayy

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
JJ, I'm so sorry you're angry (Sorry)
Hairline so f*cked up, your barber is Tay Keith (Haha)
I'm eighteen, making main stages (Uh-huh)
You were eighteen and a virgin in the basement makin' rape faces (What?)
And now you really think your music is the most heat? (Uh-huh)
Oh, that's so profound, you changed? That's so deep
Shut the f*ck up, leave the studio and record some FIFA (Hehe)
They torture people with your music out in North Korea
Got so big and made so many stacks (Uh-huh)
That your friends are terrified to let you know that you're wack (True)
Now your homies are your yes-men, ego's over the max (Wow)
Call Shane Dawson, I think this guy's a sociopath, huh? (Haha)
I saw you leave the studio with Diss God
You don't make your own shit, so how you gonna diss Quad? (How?)
Had to point the finger like when old folks typin'
But I killed your writer once, now he a ghost-ghost writer (Ayy)
I never thought that KSI would make me get in the booth (Nah)
But all your friends f*ckin' with me, way more heavy than you (It's true)
I'm telling the truth, I'm small, I'm skinny, I'm white, I got a lisp
I'm awkward and I'm f*ckin' better than you, yeah
Yeah, let's take it back to the past
When you made a vid, and people would actually laugh
At how you reacted to packs
Instead of how bad you could rap, huh (Yeah)
It's actually sad how you don't know that you are actually bad
It's actually mad, I'm actually really gonna get up to the bands
But I'll never understand why you really wanna ban me
Yes men actin' like a fan
But they keep you in a bubble that you live in like Sandy
I just been stickin' to plan A, you more a fan of the plan B (Huh?)
I know it must be hard, you're like, "My own fans can't stand me" (Antt Beatz)
Yeah, your music is not complex
You talk nonsense, mediocre with a God-complex
You're delusional, on drugs, or you fuse the two
You're like the black Marina Joyce meets FouseyTube, huh
How you gonna call me awkward? You a big nerd
Make you turn blue in the face just like you Squidward
But to be honest, bro, I wish that I was still a fan
Logan Paul, come and film this, I think I just killed a man (Bitch, hahahaha, yeah)

[Bridge: Quadeca]
Bitch (Bitch)
I don't care about no muhf*ckin' whip, no (I don't care about no whip), no
f*ck them diamonds on your wrist, no
(f*ck them diamonds on your wrist)
There's more to life than this, yeah, yeah (There's more)
I got you insecure Turn your whole life into a blur
Had to let you right back in my world

[Interlude: Randolph & KSI]
Say, if Quadeca's watching this right now
He will one hundred percent disagree with you
And think he is better than you because of what-wai-what you put out?
Yeah, and then, I'ma put stuff out
And then, I'm gonna blow him out the f*cking water

[Part II]

[Verse 2: Quadeca]
Yeah, you riding waves, can't get outta the water
Can't buy a good song for a dollar (Huh, huh, huh)
I ain't never been the type to just follow (Nah)
You like, "How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?"
Just shut the f*ck up, time to stop, bro (For real)
Saying words, but they all feeling hollow (Yeah)
Put down the mic and pick up the Elgato (Hahahaha, yeah)
I used to watch this guy, back in grade five (Uh-huh)
The Sidemen, they ain't even on your side (No-no)
Decide, man, what's the reason they would lie? (What's the reason?)
Quadeca on their playlist more than KSI
Yeah, JJ shooting shots like an AK
But he made waves being lonely with a rape face
Now he change face thinking that he gonna save face
Hit 'em from across the f*ckin' pons, no Lele
Lele, this my payday, you a neigh-say
JJ, bro, you change-changed from the great days
And not in a good way, in a bad way
How you gonna talk that way when you're trash, mate? (Ayy, haha)
Yeah, I just checked out what your 'Gram was on (Yeah, uh-huh)
Yeah, not a photo without a bandana on (No)
Yeah, keep that hidden, you so scared, why? (Why?)
What you hiding more, is it your girlfriend or your hairline? (Oh-ho-ho)
Look, bro, I'm getting confused
The real music ain't really gettin' no views (No)
When you said, "I'm done with music"
We all wished that you were telling the truth (Haha)
You had to go transform?
That's so deep and you're so sick (Wow)
KSI, you're an asshole, and you transformed into a bigger prick (Hahaha!)
Yeah, no, you can't get on my caliber (Nope)
British bitches tryna' shoot they shot, Boston Massacre
Know I'm too spectacular, I just can't find your talent, sir (Where?)
I think that ended back in 2012, just like that calendar (Hoo-hoo)
Dodge the bullshit like a matador
Just tell me, the f*ck are you rapping for?
Bitch, I do not gotta go boxing to knock you
And pop your whole head going back and forth
I gotta drive, you a passenger
They ask, "Could I hop on your track or verse?"
I think I would rather get stabbed by a dagger
And die while I'm wearing some Maverick merch

[Outro: Randolph, KSI & Miniminter]
You wanna fight Quadeca?
That's what I mean, I f*cking
Bro, that's what I mean, you can't beat me
I'm a f*ckin', like, unbeatable force
And Quadeca's gonna think he's better than you?
Yeah, but please
Please man, don't
Get that shit out my face
Haha
God

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