Diss Song
Tyga Lyrics

I ain't tryna diss you
I'm not attempting to insult or offend you

I just wanna know the issue
I simply want to understand what problem exists between us

Yea, got some shit on my mind
I have some thoughts and emotions weighing on me

Uh first off, this song, meant to be tooken wrong
Firstly, this song is intentionally designed to be misunderstood or interpreted in a negative way

Bad intentions and all, don't want the problem resolved
With malicious intent, I do not wish for the issue to be resolved

Heard it was you, I'm like 'no not my dawg'
Upon hearing rumors that it was you, I couldn't believe it as I considered you a close friend

Went to school together took the bus and all
We attended school together and even traveled on the same bus

Back of flashin' cars, tryna be a boss
We used to admire and desire the flashy cars, aspiring to be successful leaders

Tryna fit in with the hustlers, they told us run along
Attempting to belong to the group of hustlers, but they rejected us and advised us to leave

Tryna learn to shoot dice, got my bike stolen dawg
We were trying to learn how to play dice games, but unfortunately, my bike was stolen

Used to wanna gang bang, ride deep in cars
We once desired to be associated with a gang, riding in cars with a large group

'Til I see the nigga wrong hat, now his head off
However, when I noticed that person wearing the wrong hat, I violently attacked him

Picked up a notepad, thought you gon' do the same
I started writing in a notepad, assuming you would also express your thoughts in a similar manner

Wrote down the shit I saw, now I don't look at shit the same
I documented the things I witnessed, which changed my perspective on everything

Now how am I to blame for you choosin a life you made?
How can I be held responsible for the life you willingly chose for yourself?

Nigga you a man too, why you mad at me?
You are also a grown man, so why are you angry with me?

Same gravity hold you down, that's embarrassing
We are both affected by the same forces that hold us back, which is quite humiliating

Your comments was hilarious, not even congratulations
Your remarks were amusing, lacking any form of congratulations

Told niggas we're related, even when I made it
I informed people that we are related, even after achieving success

Had nothing but good things to say about you even though you still hated
Despite your hatred towards me, I always spoke positively of you

I know you think 'cause this fame I'm probably jaded
You probably believe that due to my fame, I have become indifferent or unenthusiastic

Ain't get a chance to see yo daughter, tell her happy belated
I didn't have the opportunity to meet your daughter, so please convey my belated birthday wishes

For me, I don't care if that car lease, you in it you own it
Personally, I don't mind if your car is on a lease, as long as you are using it, it's yours

And that's all me, being smart don't mean cheap
That concept solely belongs to me, being intelligent doesn't imply being thrifty or stingy

You could take a life sitting in that driver's seat
You have the power to end someone's life from a position of control, while sitting in the driver's seat

Take your shades off, I'm like (Remember me?)
Remove your sunglasses and recognize me, asking if you remember who I am

Lookin' at my story, breakin' down my glory
Analyzing my life journey and attempting to undermine my success

Judging my highlights when it's shots like Horry
Critiquing the best moments of my life when I'm actually making significant achievements

Always tryin' to take from me, criticize, hate on me
Constantly attempting to snatch away my accomplishments, finding fault, and expressing hatred towards me

Wanna call me fake cuz you really can't relate to me
You want to label me as inauthentic because you are unable to understand or connect with me

Your remarks, playin league out of character
Your comments show that you are acting in a manner inconsistent with who you truly are

You social past couldn't make a dollar in America
Your history on social media suggests that you were unable to earn any money or succeed in America

On your keyboard cuz I blew up like a keloid
You sit behind your keyboard because I became successful, growing like a keloid scar

Me boy, why you niggas gotta be a kill joy?
Why do you and others have to ruin the joy and excitement I experience?

I gave you niggas something to ride to
I provided you all with something enjoyable to listen to, to accompany your journeys

Gave you niggas something to get fly to
I offered you music to uplift and make you feel good

Gave you niggas something to die to
I presented you with music that could deeply resonate with your emotions, possibly even providing solace in difficult times

Niggas want the fast life, barely in the drive-thru
People desire a fast-paced, luxurious lifestyle, but they are barely making any progress towards achieving it

I advise you, do what yo life allow you to
I suggest that you should do what your current circumstances and life situation permit

You're a fare nigga? It's cool, I was once too
If you are a fair person, that's fine. I used to be that way as well

All that feedback, really don't need that
I don't actually require all the comments and feedback

You like it? Buy it
If you enjoy something, then purchase it

You don't? Don't cop it
If you don't like it, then refrain from acquiring it

Continue to be great but my eyes lit
I will keep on excelling and being remarkable, which greatly excites me

Ignorance is bliss so I can't blame your ignorance
Ignorance brings happiness, so I can't fault you for your lack of knowledge

It's irrelevant, I'm relevant
The matter is insignificant, but I remain significant

I'm big event so go ahead and vent
I am a significant and important occasion, so feel free to express your frustrations

Bells ring, let the birds sing
The bells are ringing, allowing the birds to sing

Had to sacrifice, never knew what pain will bring
I had to make sacrifices and I couldn't anticipate the pain it would bring

This moment of clarity
This particular instance provides a moment of enlightenment or understanding

I do it for my auntie's nephew, never had a niece
I undertake these actions for my aunt's son, who doesn't have a daughter

They call it spoken word, don't want it to speak
This is referred to as spoken word poetry, with the intention of not delivering its message

Don't mix them colors with whites as if it was bleach
Do not mix different races together as if they can become homogenous, like the mixing of colors with bleach

Back of the bus, niggas fightin' over window seats
In the rear of the bus, people are arguing over who gets to sit by the window

Tryna compete, (T-Raww's) make this idea complete
Attempting to outdo each other, T-Raww's presence completes this idea or concept

Ryan just got killed, who is he to blame?
Ryan was recently murdered, so who is responsible for his tragic fate?

God rest his soul, tryna protect his gold chain
May God grant his soul peace, as he was attempting to safeguard his valuable necklace

It's rules to the shit, but just it ain't a game
There are rules to this lifestyle, but it is not merely a game

Give or take, niggas still gon' violate
Regardless of the situation, people will still disrespect or disobey the rules

Not up for discussion, load and cockin' and bussin'
This topic is not open to debate, instead, actions involving loading, cocking, and shooting take precedence

You tough? It's always someone tougher sayin' fuck we's in public motherfucker
Think you're tough? There will always be someone tougher, openly disrespecting us in public, you motherfucker

I kept it 1000 to be exact
I have remained completely truthful, to be precise

Went from hood racks to Maybach's, how real is that?
I transitioned from struggling and barely making ends meet to owning Maybach cars, which emphasizes how genuine I am

Plaques on the wall, wall match the chrome gat
I have achieved success and received accolades, with the plaques on my wall matching the color of the gun

Got pack backpack backpack, rap whenever was that
I acquired a backpack filled with drugs, continuing to rap about whatever situation arises

Niggas fire arms like they fuckin' fist gone
People wield firearms as if they have replaced their fists as weapons

These simple heartbeats, that's a real diss song
These straightforward heartbeats serve as a genuine diss track