Jaden Kim delivers a raw rap monologue about a friendship falling apart, cycling through anger and self-doubt as he calls out someone he sees as fake and self-serving. He uses vivid metaphors to capture the betrayal, then turns inward to acknowledge his own pride and role in the conflict, ending in resigned acceptance that it's over.
Yo, yo, third take. Yeah, no gas he had nothing to show for his blasphemy a travesty no gifts to offer to his majesty Battery awaited to the man without his hands Full time was at a standstill Couldn't hold a candle to the man wearing the mantle oh how he'd been forsaken to save face he's play safe the same place he taken now he sips a solo Hips are low so you can see the tip of Rolo at his back pocket Coco near his black wallet Played himself Fats Waller feeling small Nats collar not so smart bad scholar, shout it out Cat collar It's like a synonym with the same name Cept he's sittin in some insane game where the dice fixed but he's fitting in just fine yet he likes it the others walking down the line while he sits and bikes it Always finds the easy way out Ceases to affiliate if it could earn him clout Actin high and mighty but he really ain't about it or anything he claims anything dips when it goes south Popped him in the mouth just to give him something to remember we were two peas in a pod just barely last December Things changed since then Cause he's a past offender and I don't want him on my team no more Cause he's an ass defender A bender of the truth and it seems a passing ember we severed off our youth and threw it fast into a blender to think there was a time where he and I were of the same cloth and now I'm singing rhymes of all the ways that he had done wrong Some song the fun's gone and I'm left feeling spiteful I feel my anger is rightful but it's only cause I'm prideful and I refuse to take responsibility for what I've done I'm the first to point the finger But I don't see what I've become Every second that I linger is a second that he's won and I'm just praying for a bringer to deliver what I want the zinger is I'm triggered when they think I'm trying to front Cause I'm no bigger than these fakers in the end Kind of blunt but I prefer to keep it real Chauffeur the steering wheel Instead of spurring with the heels and stirring up trouble Cause you captain made a double and I've got plenty on my plate I don't hate you for the state of how you left things Just confuzzled Puzzled at the fact that once the best of friends and I could try to comprehend But I know where that road ends.
