Best Friend, Best Move? Nah"

Verse 1

Yo, I’m cuttin’ through the clatter like a razor in the fuckin booth,

Truth in the bloodstream, I’m speakin’ from the fuckin root.

Best friend on the mic bitch ass, now he’s front-row in my life,

Took the seat opposite love, pulled a swap in the night.

We built trust like a fortress, bricks laid with fuckin jokes and trust,

Now I’m countin’ the cost in the fuckin dust where the rumors crust.

She wasn’t a fuckin trophy, she was a story we wrote together,

But he flipped the page in a drunken second, clever.

Pre-Chorus

I’m not here to flame the fuckin flame, just to measure the fuckin heat,

If loyalty’s a currency, I’ll collect what I keep.

I’m sticking up middle fingers every time you appear,

You moved like a fuckin ghost through a house that we shared,

Left footprints in ash, but I’m still aware.

Chorus

Best friend, best move? Nah cunt, you misread the fuckin room,

Now I’m drafting a new chorus under a darker moon.

You borrowed my fuckin trust and you signed it with a fuckin grin,

But I’m cashing out the pain, let the fuckin true self begin.

Verse 2

He used to have my back, now he’s wearing my fuckin shoes,

Trying to fuckin walk in my skin like nothing’s bruised.

I’m labeling the scene, call it a cold-hearted edit,

Two guys, one girl, now the fuckin truth’s been tight-lipped and credit.

you’re gonna get your ass beat, you better drop a fuckin receipt,

I’m tallying the lessons, turning loss into street heat.

Show me your integrity, don’t fuckin pretend to be the crew,

Because a real homie shows the fuckin door when the rumors brew.

Chorus

Best friend, best move? Nah cunt, you misread the fuckin room,

Now I’m drafting a new chorus under a darker moon.

You borrowed my fuckin trust and you signed it with a fuckin grin,

But I’m cashing out the pain, let the fuckin true self begin.

Verse 3

I channel the hurt into bars that fuckin bites and heal,

Craftin’ a fuckin blueprint of self from the iron of steel.

If loyalty’s the king, I’ll fuckin crown myself sane,

Walk away with my head high, untouched by the stain.

Outro

So I close the fuckin chapter, let the ink dry clear,

The road ahead’s a marathon, I’ll persevere.

Best friend or a little dick bitch, I choose truth over the fuckin flame,

I’ll rise from the wreckage, reclaiming my fuckin name.