Question
Write a diss track about diddy
Answers
GPT-4o mini
**Title: Diddy’s Day Is Done**
*(Verse 1)*
Yo, Diddy, let’s get it straight,
Used to run the game, now you just a relic in fate,
Puffin’ clouds while we’re puffin’ your illusions,
Stuck in the past, man, you lost your fusion.
Every artist you touch seems to fade away,
Like Mase and Craig Mack, where they at today?
Chasin’ cash, chasin’ fame, tryna keep your name,
But your empire crumbles, man, it ain’t the same.
*(Chorus)*
Diddy, you trippin’, it’s a hard truth,
When you goin’ broke, what’s left of your sleuth?
Gotta step back, take a long, hard look,
While we writein’ bars, you just stuck in your book.
*(Verse 2)*
Bad Boy was hot, now it feels real sad,
All that hype and sheen turned to just plain mad,
You got the moves, but it’s time to step down,
King of the castle? Nah, you just a clown.
You flexin' on ‘Gram, but it’s all just for show,
While the real ones grind, makin’ paper flow,
You claim you innovatin’ but we see the repeat,
Can’t keep up with the times, you’re stuck on defeat.
*(Chorus)*
Diddy, you trippin’, it’s a hard truth,
When you goin’ broke, what’s left of your sleuth?
Gotta step back, take a long, hard look,
While we writein’ bars, you just stuck in your book.
*(Bridge)*
Now it’s all about your vodka and your Ciroc,
But your lyrical flow? Man, it’s all just a mock,
Tried to take the crown, but you fell out of line,
This diss is your wake-up, drink some coffee and shine.
*(Verse 3)*
So listen up closely, I say this with respect,
Your legacy’s slipping, gotta show some intellect,
You got the hustle, but where’s the real art?
Time to reinvent, man, or fall apart.
So raise the bar high, bring back the heat,
Instead of just flexin’ on your fancy defeat,
Once a mogul, now a ghost in the mix,
In the world of rap, you just playin’ with tricks.
*(Chorus)*
Diddy, you trippin’, it’s a hard truth,
When you goin’ broke, what’s left of your sleuth?
Gotta step back, take a long, hard look,
While we writein’ bars, you just stuck in your book.
*(Outro)*
So here’s some advice from the depths of the track,
Step up your game, or don’t come back,
This is just a verse, but the message is real,
Time to reclaim your legacy—or just seal the deal.
*(Verse 1)*
Yo, Diddy, let’s get it straight,
Used to run the game, now you just a relic in fate,
Puffin’ clouds while we’re puffin’ your illusions,
Stuck in the past, man, you lost your fusion.
Every artist you touch seems to fade away,
Like Mase and Craig Mack, where they at today?
Chasin’ cash, chasin’ fame, tryna keep your name,
But your empire crumbles, man, it ain’t the same.
*(Chorus)*
Diddy, you trippin’, it’s a hard truth,
When you goin’ broke, what’s left of your sleuth?
Gotta step back, take a long, hard look,
While we writein’ bars, you just stuck in your book.
*(Verse 2)*
Bad Boy was hot, now it feels real sad,
All that hype and sheen turned to just plain mad,
You got the moves, but it’s time to step down,
King of the castle? Nah, you just a clown.
You flexin' on ‘Gram, but it’s all just for show,
While the real ones grind, makin’ paper flow,
You claim you innovatin’ but we see the repeat,
Can’t keep up with the times, you’re stuck on defeat.
*(Chorus)*
Diddy, you trippin’, it’s a hard truth,
When you goin’ broke, what’s left of your sleuth?
Gotta step back, take a long, hard look,
While we writein’ bars, you just stuck in your book.
*(Bridge)*
Now it’s all about your vodka and your Ciroc,
But your lyrical flow? Man, it’s all just a mock,
Tried to take the crown, but you fell out of line,
This diss is your wake-up, drink some coffee and shine.
*(Verse 3)*
So listen up closely, I say this with respect,
Your legacy’s slipping, gotta show some intellect,
You got the hustle, but where’s the real art?
Time to reinvent, man, or fall apart.
So raise the bar high, bring back the heat,
Instead of just flexin’ on your fancy defeat,
Once a mogul, now a ghost in the mix,
In the world of rap, you just playin’ with tricks.
*(Chorus)*
Diddy, you trippin’, it’s a hard truth,
When you goin’ broke, what’s left of your sleuth?
Gotta step back, take a long, hard look,
While we writein’ bars, you just stuck in your book.
*(Outro)*
So here’s some advice from the depths of the track,
Step up your game, or don’t come back,
This is just a verse, but the message is real,
Time to reclaim your legacy—or just seal the deal.