The Flyer
Quelle: Spotify
[Verse 1]
Staring at this old show flyer
Seems our reputations couldn't get no higher
The first time we marquee as headlining acts rewinding back
To the final defining crack that would paralyze our comradery
Your brotherhoods of commodity, they coulda kept the game
I was naïve to your hatred and I fully accept the blame
Corporates was putting above you injury em from year one
By the time it reciprocated, the damage was near done
You struck conniving, stuck a knife in me when I'm thinking it's all love
Your intent was to draw blood
All along when I was under the wrong impression
Now I know this nigga is not subliminally dissing me up on stage in serve expression
Drunk my drink, it's damn near shattered, stop and think
Keep my sanity gathered, it's no longer the concept of family matters
Knowing, the day you help that mic
We both took an 'L' that night, what was you thinking?
[Chorus x2]
If it's loyalty in question, then I'll bleed
If your life is in the wrong direction, then I'll lead
I've extended my hand my whole life
But it's your decision to hold tight if plans don't go right
[Verse 2]
I showed you love from the gate since kingdom introduced us both
And when I addressed you as family, then the truth was spoke
But when I heard your song, the truth was broke
But not because of the ruthless quotes, but it's the principal involved
Fetal acts of reprehensible resolve
More so relevant: who, what, where, and why and even sense and will to solve
But still I supported you, assumed every grief to catch
When RCA dropped you and you was having beef with Trech
It's not as if it was fly or sentimental and such
Our friendship was crushed when the gentle is touched
Oh yeah, congratulations on the adrenaline rush, success was just due
Nothing but praise worthy comments when niggaz discuss you
If it's beef and bad blood I put the cow on dialysis
My style is on some callousness until financially my peeps is improved
Maybe one day I rose and leave you swishing
Chief with Twista, 'til then for now I keeps it moving
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Every move made it's like 'What's up with Juice, why we ain't heard from him?'
Shoulda been blown up every since the battle occurred with Slim
That don't equate success in this game
Disdained in thought that every undisputed MC eventually gets fame
What you think, the nigga win one battle so the war is over?
That's just an extra burden toward is shoulder
If record deals wasn't rewarding soldiers, we'd all be five-star generals
But it's the luck of the draw, makes you realize a remediable
I live to see my fans dream envision that cream full wishing
Support a seed, whether a trust fund or a mean tuition
But to the public eye it seems you missing
The anticipation and expectation is too extreme for wishing
I hold you down whether you succeed or quit this instance
Before I can spit this sentence, blood thick, nothing can split this friendship
Try and go for life with me, ya heard
Let's get off our ass and take what we rightfully deserve
[Chorus x2]
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