He certainly did earn that reputation.
Fuck me? Fuck me? Oh, okay
Alright, alright, that's cool
Bet, alright then, fuck me then
Alright then, bet
I was met with silence when I reached out to you
Shrug, oh well, we could've worked things out ourselves
If I never see y'all again
I guess I'll see y'all in hell and forever clean blood off myself
You ever know someone who makes the world their sidekick?
It's dap and smiles from every clique when they come 'round to visit?
If I was still sixteen, I'd talk about how I was sickened
To know that he could do no wrong and I was just the fat kid
If I could talk to sixteen-year-old me, I'd be like, "You're too young to get this
But you need to be flexible with all your future visions
Everyone around you is showing you their true intentions
And you'll have just yourself to blame if you don't learn to listen"
God
These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck
These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck
These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck
These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck
So I guess this is how it's got to be?
What I'm talkin' about, dude, is all y'all dead to me
I got the county tatted on me twice, you wanna see?
Wish I could look over y'all shoulder when this gets a read
You had to insulate your mans from Big Bad Pierce
As though he wasn't my mans too and for him I too feared
You couldn't see a way our friendship wouldn't end in tears
But all of this is just assumption, we ain't speak in years
Wanted all you niggas up with me
I wanted to include everybody
Y'all content to live it out in Calvert County
And I was straight up wrong to look down on it
But you can't understand what had happened
At that party that y'all had for Chris
You were too lit to remember it
You fail yourself each day you live
And that's why I call you bitch, I betcha
I was a bitch too, I was slow to move
They felt they couldn't trust me and that shit was true
How you think it made them feel to see me around you?
And it was never too soon to step into they shoes
I wanted to handle this together
Like we always do, or did, shit
We're disposable? Bitch, fuck all y'all
I was tryna pass the ball, bitch, fuck all y'all
I was playing against the wall, bitch, fuck all y'all
Bitch, fuck all y'all, bitch, fuck all y'all
Solidarity is a loaded word, I learned
When one of the girls was like, "We don't like her"
You'll never know how deep that shit cut when I heard
I got two in the hand for you, you fucking bird
Me and Lea are cool and y'all abandoned her too
Me and Nat are cool and y'all abandoned them too
Sometimes I wonder how it seems to you from your point of view
Because only inside my pain can I be that comfortable
I wept when I wrote this, but I'll laugh again
Even if it's just at all the lessons in the end
And I was lucky to preserve my presence as a friend
But it ain't lost on me I was the darkest-skinned
For so long, the grief was beyond tears
Perforated by silence, denial, and merely
Spreading the processing across years
Yeah, detachment can be weird
The wedding pictures and baby pictures
Do too well to remind me
Of the friends that so easily left us behind
These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck
These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck
These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck
I know your heart despite all of this
Because you couldn't go through with it
But I guess "best friend" was just bullshit
Because it didn't have to be like this
That's why I call you bitch, I betcha
Alright, alright, that's cool
Bet, alright then, fuck me then
Alright then, bet
I was met with silence when I reached out to you
Shrug, oh well, we could've worked things out ourselves
If I never see y'all again
I guess I'll see y'all in hell and forever clean blood off myself
You ever know someone who makes the world their sidekick?
It's dap and smiles from every clique when they come 'round to visit?
If I was still sixteen, I'd talk about how I was sickened
To know that he could do no wrong and I was just the fat kid
If I could talk to sixteen-year-old me, I'd be like, "You're too young to get this
But you need to be flexible with all your future visions
Everyone around you is showing you their true intentions
And you'll have just yourself to blame if you don't learn to listen"
God
These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck
These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck
These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck
These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck
So I guess this is how it's got to be?
What I'm talkin' about, dude, is all y'all dead to me
I got the county tatted on me twice, you wanna see?
Wish I could look over y'all shoulder when this gets a read
You had to insulate your mans from Big Bad Pierce
As though he wasn't my mans too and for him I too feared
You couldn't see a way our friendship wouldn't end in tears
But all of this is just assumption, we ain't speak in years
Wanted all you niggas up with me
I wanted to include everybody
Y'all content to live it out in Calvert County
And I was straight up wrong to look down on it
But you can't understand what had happened
At that party that y'all had for Chris
You were too lit to remember it
You fail yourself each day you live
And that's why I call you bitch, I betcha
I was a bitch too, I was slow to move
They felt they couldn't trust me and that shit was true
How you think it made them feel to see me around you?
And it was never too soon to step into they shoes
I wanted to handle this together
Like we always do, or did, shit
We're disposable? Bitch, fuck all y'all
I was tryna pass the ball, bitch, fuck all y'all
I was playing against the wall, bitch, fuck all y'all
Bitch, fuck all y'all, bitch, fuck all y'all
Solidarity is a loaded word, I learned
When one of the girls was like, "We don't like her"
You'll never know how deep that shit cut when I heard
I got two in the hand for you, you fucking bird
Me and Lea are cool and y'all abandoned her too
Me and Nat are cool and y'all abandoned them too
Sometimes I wonder how it seems to you from your point of view
Because only inside my pain can I be that comfortable
I wept when I wrote this, but I'll laugh again
Even if it's just at all the lessons in the end
And I was lucky to preserve my presence as a friend
But it ain't lost on me I was the darkest-skinned
For so long, the grief was beyond tears
Perforated by silence, denial, and merely
Spreading the processing across years
Yeah, detachment can be weird
The wedding pictures and baby pictures
Do too well to remind me
Of the friends that so easily left us behind
These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck
These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck
These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck
I know your heart despite all of this
Because you couldn't go through with it
But I guess "best friend" was just bullshit
Because it didn't have to be like this
That's why I call you bitch, I betcha
Lyrics submitted by furyroad97
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