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.

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