[Intro]
A man who lies to the world is a liar
A man who lies to himself builds an island
And crowns himself god of it
[Verse]
While I was packing up this funeral
I came to the conclusion that nigga Chaz is delusional
So sad and unusual (Damn)
Nigga based his whole life track stackin' a numeral and how many views you do
Wow, that shit is juvenile (Wow)
Comparin' numbers like an accountant that stare at numbers, I can hear you sufferin'
Verb don't understand how the internet function
He carves a narrative under the real comparative substance
It's a scary consumption
Arrogant sucker with the weirdest assumption
That some of us believes his character judgement
There is reluctance, but I'm really disgusted and I fear at this juncture
The inside is outwardly startin' to appear through the punctures
Creatin' worlds in his mind like Cobb from Inception
It's his job, the deception of a man in front of two hundred stans
Would start calling himself a god is deflectin' (Wow)
Truth is he movin' state to state, horrible tenant
Look, it screams no stability (Nah)
A voice without a face is a ghost with a host ability
He did an interview, I was close to devotin' energy
To ask him if he needed some help
The hair under his hat was already visibly not combed literally
But he sayin' he bought a Corvette
That boy stressed, man, what drove him to misery?
I didn't even ask him, I just posted 'bout my Benz and how it talk to me
He brung up a fantasy car awkwardly
That nigga is broke and he claiming he's marketin'
Frank gave him some hope, but why are you still targetin'?
The sponsors, Gerald McCoy was fundin' community
You said some slick shit like a vulture foolishly
He's gone (Damn), the shit is all over due to you stupidly
ARP gave you the closure and did it ruthlessly
You said Sha Money was gon' sign you? That's a lie
You took a couple meetings, that's it, nigga, you satisfied? (Yeah)
Tryna blame that on Beasley and Smack is why
You movin' like a gay crybaby tryna get pacified
What happened to the boy Chaz?
Used to be the man, now he all trash
I thought you started up a podcast
And battle rap would regret that you went and hauled ass
You said you in a movie and it had an all-star cast
It came out on Tubi and performed bad
Lookin' like a goofy and it's all sad
Cut his internet off, we just need this broad banned (For real)
Word
Damn, what happened to the boy Chaz?
If we break it all down, tall task
Him and Tru should just do DoorDash
I saw a Polo video post, you got my boy flagged?
This shit is a cult, he just go up on Twitter to cope with his fraud ass
Truthfully, this nigga's a joke, he make us all laugh
Whether sniffin' or sippin' a Coke, he got a bar tab (Yeah)
Every year, you say you leavin', but you still here (What?)
Hitman said you sick, bro, you in a wheelchair?
I wouldn't be surprised, why you ain't battle Serius (Why?)
You said you had security, I'm wonderin', I'm curious (Ah)
You said Millz was gon' lose, now you got me furious
You missed a whole deadline, talkin' 'bout mysterious
People that never called you (Never), the spaces is Shutter Island
And you the island god, I get it now, this brother wildin', what a talent
Creatin' a world with nothing around it
Just people listenin' to you talk, they fuckin' silent
Mental health is a problem, I'm prayin' that you get found with
Nothing but a psychiatrist helpin' you to get out it
Yeah, be talkin' down on Black women like they wack women
And you came from a Black woman
Brother hate himself, that's why I gotta give an ass whoopin'
If DiCaprio hear this, he'll ask for the planned footage (Factz)