A Rapper Named Nati - March 28
In the end, you're my friend, not a rival
But where's the respect in bein' lied to?
You don't really know me like you claim you do
You don't come around like you say you do
You're a liar and a phony and a fake and a fraud
And a bunch of other things I won't say on the song
You are not my homie like you claim you are
It'll come around when you play your cards
You're a liar and a phony and a fake and a fraud
And a bunch of other things I won't say on the song
Back when we were talkin', you weren't talkin' much
Then you stopped talkin', haven't talked in months
I never understood what the problem was
But when it comes to drama, I'm not the one
So you can do your thang, I'ma do mine
Even though we used to hang like a loose tie
Are you real or fake? Gotta choose sides
You will seal your fate in due time
It's ironic how the truth lies in black hearts, I blew minds
I read between a few lines, gettin' green like I move white
Celebrity is a huge vice, I bet you're seen in a new light
Don't let your dreams make you blind, you'll never see your crew shine
I'm really concerned about your energy
Your lack of effort seems to suggest a theme, regrettably
You went from a brother to an enemy
In the end it seems, you pretend to be a friend to me
You don't really know me like you claim you do
You don't come around like you say you do
You're a liar and a phony and a fake and a fraud
And a bunch of other things I won't say on the song
You are not my homie like you claim you are
It'll come around when you play your cards
You're a liar and a phony and a fake and a fraud
And a bunch of other things I won't say on the song
I already saw how you played your hand
Now my circle smaller than a grain of sand
Do you walk with God on a strengthened path?
Or were you baptized in fire by Satan's hand?
I'ma do my thang, you can do yours
I'ma prove today that the truth hurts
Gotta find the right fit like a new shirt
Before you drive the knife in, I got two words
And I don't even have to say 'em; had some demons, had to slay 'em
Now you see him as you made him, they perceive him and portray him
As an evil incarnation, 'cause genius gets forsaken
And easily mistaken, your weakness is your hatred
I'm done showin' sympathy and empathy
No indemnity for your selfish needs and tendencies
I don't really think that there's a remedy
There could never be; but revenge is sweet, you're dead to me!
You don't really know me like you claim you do
You don't come around like you say you do
You're a liar and a phony and a fake and a fraud
And a bunch of other things I won't say on the song
You are not my homie like you claim you are
It'll come around when you play your cards
You're a liar and a phony and a fake and a fraud
And a bunch of other things I won't say on the song
Supposed to be my friend, we ain't talked in nine months
Sent you 20 texts, you ain't thought to try once
And I was convinced once we were family
We were kids once and we had a dream
I thought we'd make it a reality
But that mentality was based upon a fantasy
Your actions seem to reveal the truth and the fallacies
I always kept it real with you, that's just the man in me
Can't believe we actually used to say we're brothers
Used to be my day one, homie; now your days are numbered
I was tryin to see the sun through the rain and thunder
I never believed a word from your baby mother
I always had your back against the allegations
I said they're lies, severed ties, earned my castigation
Had the same aspirations, never had a chance to make it
I guess the path you've taken lead you back to Satan
March 28th
That was the day The Committee died
The day the end was solidified
Our friendship survived rumors and vicious lies
I used to sympathize, now you're viewed in a different light
We were undone by your own hubris
You really think I'm that fuckin' stupid?
Like, how hard is it to send a text?
How hard is it to get respect?
Almost twenty years, the best of friends
But then again, it's unclear what you represent
Used to be my bro even though we weren't born as brothers
You don't even seem to know we've been torn asunder
Our friendship is dead, can't resuscitate
I really thought we were meant for somethin' great
This is hard, almost too much to take
You died to me on March 28th
Written by:
Gerald Owen
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