Programmed To End You

I don’t beef, I debug

You a glitch in the code I wrote

You a meme that forgot the joke

Watch me load, watch me—

You still brag on fake flex

I do numbers on refresh

Every bar a chin check

You just run your mouth, short breath

You post wins, but those cropped

Whole life framed, Photoshop

You say "goat", that’s cap talk

You the type to miss tip-off

You online, I’m in range

You throw subs, I throw flames

You chase trends, change your face

I set pace, you chase plays

Whole style thrift store copy

Hand-me-down flows, all sloppy

I drop once, crowd locked in

You drop ten, still floppin’

You just background noise, I’m surround sound

Hit from every angle, that’s a countdown

You a throwaway file in the trash bin

I’m the update, system, and the last win

You a flat little wave in my deep mix

I’m a whole new world when the bass hits

Every single line that I send through

Programmed to end you, programmed to end you

Your big bro wrote half tracks

Your lil crew talk, all caps

You got bots in your fan base

Still can’t buy real impact

You call shots, I call bluff

You talk tough, talk too much

You got drip, all on loan

Tags still hangin’ off your coat

You scream "chart", but they mute

I breathe life, you dispute

You swing wild, I stay cute

Land clean hits in one loop

You take pics in rent cars

I take checks, then depart

You want clout, that’s your heart

I want craft, that’s my art (yeah)

You just background noise, I’m surround sound

Hit from every angle, that’s a countdown

You a throwaway file in the trash bin

I’m the update, system, and the last win

You a flat little wave in my deep mix

I’m a whole new world when the bass hits

Every single line that I send through

Programmed to end you, programmed to end you

Talk big on a cracked screen (cracked screen)

Same lies on repeat

I live what you act, dream (act, dream)

You can’t match the technique

I don’t hear your weak shots

Signal lost in my drop

You still think you top spot?

I already took your spot (hey!)

You just background noise, I’m surround sound

Hit from every angle, that’s a countdown

You a throwaway file in the trash bin

I’m the update, system, and the last win

You a flat little wave in my deep mix

I’m a whole new world when the bass hits

Every single line that I send through

Programmed to end you, programmed to end you