Jake Paul Diss Track Pt. 2

[Chorus: leg]
You just turned 23, what is your legacy?
23 but you still act like you nine
Just caught a felony, you is the enemy
Kennedy, you getting dropped like a fly
You got some jealousy, you breathing heavily
Tryna catch up but you falling behind
Committing heresy, COVID is there, you see
People be dying in front of your eyes

[Verse 1: leg]
Got a new bitch, she a Hooters ho
Say you started shit, but you didn't, though
Get a R.I.P. for every fucking dad
Of every single girl in every video
You can't take McGregor, you don't stand a chancе
He's an anteater, you a fucking ant
Takе this right hook with my fucking hand knocking
12-year-olds out ya channel's trance

[Chorus: leg]
You just turned 23, what is your legacy?
23 but you still act like you nine
Just caught a felony, you is the enemy
Kennedy, you getting dropped like a fly
You got some jealousy, you breathing heavily
Tryna catch up but you falling behind
You got Mike fisting, Logan licking
Greg kissing, that's a whole lot of guys (Oh, shit, damn)

[Verse 2: leg]
Dropped another vid, dropped another song
Just another beat for us to kill you on
You took the brain cells from everyone
New songs' reviews got electrons
This platform is my fucking city
All these stolen bars got you feeling witty
All these diss tracks got you feeling shitty
How you 23 shooting 1 for 50?

[Verse 3: packgod]
Look
You on Park South with your pants down
You got a fake hoe in a wedding gown
I got a diss cannon with an extendo on it
And that bitch hold about 100 rounds
"You can't diss Jake, he's got more subs"
Bitch, you think that I give a fuck? (What)
I killed him once, now I'll kill him twice
And this time, I done leveled up
Of course he ain't gonna diss back
He can't find us, we in a whole different rhyme zone
He said he got a blick charge
Only charge you stressing is the one inside your iPhone
You know it's not a freestyle when you reading it
And they not your bars when you paid for it
Too long, you been making it from faking it
Two wrongs don't make a right unless Jake did it
Like Otis the cow, send you back to the barnyard
Flaws can be swiped away with a credit card
Shitting on your beat, then I'm wiping on my ass
With your brother's brand new 1st edition Charizard
And your girl, she said she love you, she said she a ride or die
'Till you're dead and it's cold, and that bitch ain't by your side

[Bridge: packgod]
And you flex, and you flex, and you flex until you're sore
Then you buy another Lambo and you cry a little more
Like a ripe fucking apple that's been rotten to the core
Your Prada carpet soaks your blood in when you're dying on the floor
And you drink the finest wines, but how empty is the cup?
And you eat the finest foods, but now you're throwing it all up
Got the shoes, got the cars, got the fans, got the clout
You're the center of attention, man, what it's all about
Got the drugs, got the drinks, got the girls but got the doubt
Of every single fucking person who still be standing around
"Do they like me for my money? Do they really like Jake Paul?
Do they like me 'cause I'm funny? 'Cause I've got them on payroll?"
Got the house, it's so big, let me show you all around
When you scream, it's so big, no one hears a fucking sound
"I'm so rich, I'm so cool, everybody look at me"
You a sad fuck who your stupid fans want to be

[Verse 4: packgod]
Took the vid down, got it back up, two ghostwriters got a back up
Better back up, you getting packed up, you going out bad, you need some back up
See KSI catch a black eye, and you in the ring and you petrified
And your shit gets fucked by the FBI, and they cut you open like a samurai
You a snotty brat, not a fucking king
Yeah, I did it once, and I reload the ting
You a fuckboy going "bling bling"
Johnny Test me and I'll fucking swing
Started YouTube boxing
Then you went to Posty's, started YouTube doxxing
And all your fans and they IQs dropping
Even lower than your music dropping
How you finna claim that it's you that be popping
When JJ's steady droppin' hits in the top 10?
And how'd your mom feel when your dad and that little poor girl were shlobbin' and dobbin' and slippin' and slobbin'?
"Man, you only dissing Jake for the views and the clout"
I'ma diss that bitch 'till he shuts his mouth
Deletes his channel, drops his ego
And finds what real rap's really all about