Question
Write a diss track about Drake
Answers
GPT-4o mini
**(Verse 1)**
Yo, Aubrey, you thought you were the king of the game,
But your lyrics feel tired, it's such a shame,
You ride on the wave, but let’s keep it real,
Your bars are like a meal with no flavor, no appeal.
All that soft talk, you singing in your feels,
But where's the heat, man? Where's the drive that appeals?
You claim you run the six, but it’s all a façade,
More ghostwriters in your camp than you’d want to applaud.
**(Chorus)**
Drizzy, please, it's time to face the facts,
You’re riding waves, but the tide’s about to crack,
Switching styles like you’re changing your clothes,
But truth be told, everyone already knows.
**(Verse 2)**
You dropped that “Certified Lover Boy,” what a miss,
Thinking you’re the greatest, but that’s pure bliss,
You’re a meme at the top, a punchline in a tweet,
While real MCs carve legends, they’re hard to beat.
A dance with the devil, but it ain’t the right pace,
Sippin’ on your feelings, take a back seat in this race,
Shout out to your team, but it’s time to step aside,
Real rap's comin' back, and it won’t be denied.
**(Chorus)**
Drizzy, please, it's time to face the facts,
You’re riding waves, but the tide’s about to crack,
Switching styles like you’re changing your clothes,
But truth be told, everyone already knows.
**(Verse 3)**
All those records stacked, but where's the authenticity?
Came from Degrassi, now it's all about the fantasy,
You swagging on the charts, but it’s a steady decline,
Like your bars, man, they all follow a line.
You’re out here flexin' with the same old hooks,
Time to turn the page, man, you’re stuck in the books,
Legacy fading, and your hits are bittersweet,
While I’m out here grinding, bringing fire to the beat.
**(Outro)**
So take this track as a wake-up call,
Drake, step it up or just take a fall,
The game ain’t yours, let the real ones thrive,
We’re raising the stakes, keep hope alive.
Yo, Aubrey, you thought you were the king of the game,
But your lyrics feel tired, it's such a shame,
You ride on the wave, but let’s keep it real,
Your bars are like a meal with no flavor, no appeal.
All that soft talk, you singing in your feels,
But where's the heat, man? Where's the drive that appeals?
You claim you run the six, but it’s all a façade,
More ghostwriters in your camp than you’d want to applaud.
**(Chorus)**
Drizzy, please, it's time to face the facts,
You’re riding waves, but the tide’s about to crack,
Switching styles like you’re changing your clothes,
But truth be told, everyone already knows.
**(Verse 2)**
You dropped that “Certified Lover Boy,” what a miss,
Thinking you’re the greatest, but that’s pure bliss,
You’re a meme at the top, a punchline in a tweet,
While real MCs carve legends, they’re hard to beat.
A dance with the devil, but it ain’t the right pace,
Sippin’ on your feelings, take a back seat in this race,
Shout out to your team, but it’s time to step aside,
Real rap's comin' back, and it won’t be denied.
**(Chorus)**
Drizzy, please, it's time to face the facts,
You’re riding waves, but the tide’s about to crack,
Switching styles like you’re changing your clothes,
But truth be told, everyone already knows.
**(Verse 3)**
All those records stacked, but where's the authenticity?
Came from Degrassi, now it's all about the fantasy,
You swagging on the charts, but it’s a steady decline,
Like your bars, man, they all follow a line.
You’re out here flexin' with the same old hooks,
Time to turn the page, man, you’re stuck in the books,
Legacy fading, and your hits are bittersweet,
While I’m out here grinding, bringing fire to the beat.
**(Outro)**
So take this track as a wake-up call,
Drake, step it up or just take a fall,
The game ain’t yours, let the real ones thrive,
We’re raising the stakes, keep hope alive.