Conceited

Knock knock. Doors wide open. I guess I went from an indigent to a bad friend all because I didn’t pay money you lent. Me over 4 months ago. But little do you know. I could be petty and say where’s my money tho. From all the times you would tag along to get free studio time. Stayed in my apartment for four months and I didn’t ask you to pay me a dime. But I borrow A total of at least 50$. Don’t forget you complained you didn’t want to go home. Because there you felt alone. Cuz everyone would mentally pick the bones. Of what life has already done to you. I mean look at you. I go bankrupt paying all my rent and bills and the care for my child. You spend it on booze to go and get wild. Don’t forget you share your place with two roommates. Honestly the clout from your album went all to your head. Remember I talked you out of it when u thought you’d be better off dead. I got responsibilities of my own. I got bills, a child, and pay rent at my home. But now I see how the true colors really showed. Wait wait wait. Don’t you remember just about a year ago. You said no matter what happens we would always have each other’s back. Now you being a bitch over some cash. That you can rack. Making 10.25 plus tips, so don’t hit me with the bullshit. I’m short on rent and it’s due tomorrow and it’s driving you crazy. Now you fit into my shoes I wear everyday. Mad over a 50 I owe you well you owe me thousands. I had to write this all out to get it off of my chest. I’m tired of thinking you living the best. Where is all the money you flexed. When I went to go give food and drinks to the homeless. That’s right you can’t save money because u think you need designer clothes and ice. I’m about to cook up rice. I’m done being nice. I’ve told you more than twice. I’ll lyrically murder people who cross me. If there’s I learned from what life taught me. It’s keep your circle tight and keep your family closer. I’m glad I gave this situation some closure. So shut the fuck up and leave me alone. Cuz you can’t lyrically match me. I’ll leave the crowd like what’s happening. Then hop in and yell what’s poppin. I got a new song dropping. At least I’m home grown and don’t need promo to get it out there you either earn ya numbers or don’t rap at all. I’ll stand tall. Cuz I’m not rubber I’m a brick wall. Brendon you should’ve just said thanks for helping me out in the first place. But because you didn’t I’ll tell the world the dirt I got a yo name. Let me break it down some things I’ve did for him. I’ve introduced him to la Luna and let him use some of my bought studio time. Hold up let’s rewind. Out of the ordinary vid, I was the camera guy. He went Kentucky for 2 months and came back jobless and slept on my couch. 4 months without a shadow of a doubt. Didn’t think you’d take advantage of me being so kind. Well here the next bottles on me, killing the rhymes. I may lack the intent to promote. Doesn’t mean my career is a joke. I just got other priorities. So kiss my ass with all that bullshit. Because you acting the same way. You hate on guys for doing today. You got a big ego. Like a rookie baller making a free throw. Never thought you’d stoop so low. Just think if I just shut my mouth about la Luna. Your music would still sound like dried up tuna. Looking like venom’s symbiote. Skinny like a line of coke. Hang you under a bridge with kerosene soaked rope. Do you think I’m a joke? Do I look like a fucking clown? You do, because you're trying to make yourself good like Jared Leto’s Joker. Cheat at a game of poker. All your shit mediocre. Remember when we were a band. I told you one day we’d get, big man. But I never thought it’d be dissing each other, this harsh. I hope this keeps you up at night. Making you realize. What the fuck did I do to this guy? Man he’s become a beast? For which it’s my fault that it has been unleashed. First diss track I made on you was just a goof off, to break writer's block. Second diss track was to just clap back. Let’s just hope that’s three times the charm. Tell your parents I mean no harm. When they go to your ego’s funeral. Because my intent is to verbal-ly, abuse you. Treat like the adopted step brother I’ll hate until I die. So go mooch motherfucker have a great life. Before you die. Sad and alone with no one to hold. Or any children to call your own. Because you can’t even take the unwrapped bone. Because you rush every relationship that you’re in. Then it gets ruined. Then you just drink in sorrow. And I won’t be alive to see tomorrow. Just remember when you wake up to the day break. Take a look in the mirror you’ll see illusions of my face. You’ll be saying maybe dissing him was a huge mistake. All this info is just from me knowing you all this time. Because if I asked around I’d prolly be here all day and night. Listing all the bad things people know about you. Like your habits. Like how tragic. Your family life. Is. Honestly I could do that. But what difference would it make. If I had all that dirt to play. With. Like a old school kid. Now this is my statement. My final warning thesis. This is karma for acting so fuckin conceited