

Prompt / Lyrics
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.
Tags
rap, trap, hip hop, glitch, fast rap, instrumental buildup, male, gangster rap
2:27
No
12/1/2025