Insecure Lyrics - Quadeca

He's so insecure 

Nowhere to run 

Nowhere for more 

Nah sike fuck that shit, fuck that shit 

(yeah, yeah, you alredy know bro) 

Turn up the fucking beat 

KSI, what the fuck are you talking about (ay, cmon man) 

C'mon none of that fake shit in my diss tracks 

None of that, none of that 

Antt Beatz 

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Ay 

JJ, I'm so sorry you're angry (sorry) 

Hairline so fucked up, your barber is Tay Keith (hahaha) 

I'm 18 making main stages (huh, huh) 

You were 18 and a virgin in the basement making rape faces (what?) 

And now you really think your music is the most heat (huh, huh) 

Oh that's so profound, you changed? That's so deep 

Shut the fuck up 

Leave the studio and record some FIFA 

They torture people with your music out in North Korea 

Got so big and made so many stacks (huh, 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 

I saw you leave the studio with Diss God 

You don't make your own shit so how you gonna diss Quad 

Had to point the finger like when old folks typin' 

But I killed your writer once, now he a ghost ghost writer 

Ay, I never thought that KSI would make me get in the booth 

But all your friends fuckin' with me, way more heavy than you 

I'm telling the truth 

I'm small, I'm skinny, I'm white, I got a lisp, I'm awkward 

And I'm fuckin' 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) 

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 be sticking to plan A, you more a fan of the plan B 

I know it must be hard, you're like "my own fans can't stand me" 

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're 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) 

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Bitch, Bitch (Bitch) 

I don't care about no motherfuckin' whip, no (I don't care) 

Fuck them diamonds on your wrist, no 

(Fuck them diamonds on your wrist) 

There's more to life than this (Yeah, yeah) 

I got you insecure, turn your whole life into a blur 

Had to let you right back in my world 

Say if Quadeca was watching this right now he would one hundred 

percent disagree with you and think he's 

better than you because of what you put out 

Yeah and then I'ma put stuff out and 

then I'm going blow him out the fucking water 

Yeah, you riding waves, can't get outta the water 

Can't buy a good song for a dollar 

I ain't never been the type to just follow 

You like "how much wood could a woodchuck chuck" 

Just shut the fuck up, time to stop bro 

Saying words, but they all feeling hollow 

Put down the mic and pick up the Elgato 

I used to watch this guy, back in grade five 

The Sidemen, they ain't even on your side (no, no) 

Decide man, what's the reason they would lie (what's the) 

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 fuckin' pons, no Lele, Lele 

This my payday, you a neighsay 

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 (Yeah) 

I just checked out what your 'gram was on (Yeah) 

Not a photo without a bandana on (No) 

Keep that hidden, you're so scared, why 

What you hiding more, is it your girlfriend or your hairline 

Look bro, I'm getting confused 

The real music ain't really gettin' no views 

When you said "I'm done with music" 

We all wished that you were telling the truth 

You had to go transform? 

That's so deep and you're so sick 

KSI, you're an asshole, and you transformed into a bigger prick 

Yeah, no you can't get on my caliber 

British bitches tryna' shoot they shot, Boston massacre 

Know I'm too spectacular, I just can't find your talent sir 

I think that ended back in 2012 just like that calendar 

Dodge the bullshit like a matador 

Just tell me the fuck 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 

You wanna fight Quadeca? 

That's what I mean I fucking 

Bro that's what I mean you can't beat me 

I'm a fucking like unbeatable force 

Shit 

And Quadeca's gonna think he's better than you 

Yes, of course please 

Please man don't 

Get that shit out of my face, god