Diss Track for Dimtri
Drake

Verse 1:
Yo, Dimtri, man, you think you're slick,
But look at me, I'm the real deal, that’s the trick.
Rollin' in my Benz, got the money in stacks,
While you’re sittin’ at your piano, tryna make tracks.

Chorus:
Dimtri, you a bitch, can’t you see?
I’m out here making moves, livin’ life so free.
Countin’ up my cash, while you’re playin’ your keys,
Step back, little dude, take a lesson from me.

Verse 2:
You call yourself an artist? Man, that's a joke,
Your notes are all flat, I’m the one who’s woke.
Champagne sippin’, I’m the king of the game,
While you’re crying on keys, callin’ out my name.

Chorus:
Dimtri, you a bitch, can’t you see?
I’m out here making moves, livin’ life so free.
Countin’ up my cash, while you’re playin’ your keys,
Step back, little dude, take a lesson from me.

Bridge:
Riches and success, that’s my everyday grind,
While you're stuck in the past, I’m the one who's refined.
Keep playin' that piano, it’s all that you got,
But even on your best day, you’ll never reach my spot.

Chorus:
Dimtri, you a bitch, can’t you see?
I’m out here making moves, livin’ life so free.
Countin’ up my cash, while you’re playin’ your keys,
Step back, little dude, take a lesson from me.

Outro:
So here’s a little lesson, Dimtri, don’t forget,
Stay in your lane, you ain’t seen nothing yet.
I’m topping all the charts, while you’re getting ignored,
Next time you see me, better come in accord.