Hijacked

I knew from the start, I shoulda stuck to my gut That betrayal was like a knife that you just stuck to my gut You know that when the guy who ain't ever give fucks about nothin' Is livid and pissed, that you must've really fucked around somethin' I've written a list of all the screwed up stuff that you done I'll omit politics 'cause your corrupt ideals ain't the subject Not an ounce of accountability, so I'm sayin' "fuck it" I had this bottled up way too long and now I'll make it public Back in October, you committed the first offence Was a feature on your EP, I admitted the verse was shit That beat just kinda beat me, I'm not spittin' a word, that's it Can't believe that I'm defeated, lose my shit in a cursin' fit (Arg, fuck!) I was embarrassed but I'm a grown man, I still apologized Even reviewed your project, you acted chill like (Awh, it's fine) Then a couple days go by, you drop a song and all this time You was jottin' some pretty shots at me, filler for all your lines? Then you pop up in my DM actin' good as not to start beef (It was toddler insults, man, c'mon, could we please not spar?) You was lightenin' the blow so I wouldn't go as hard If you didn't want the smoke, then you shouldn't throw the bars Just never wanted it to be the lackin' verse that stops the flyin' But if I could go back and just be on passenger then I would Get into the fuckin' cockpit and hijack it first and drive it To the ground that's on an island, massacre to kill the pilot, ah! You brought this upon yourself now I'll let it be known that you're goin' the hell down I hope you fuckin' rot and drown and choke on your self-doubt There's nothin' you can do about it, go be a sell out No hope for you, I don't how you see rays of sunshine The only beam you'll see is when layin' my punchlines I let you off the hook many times, should've been one time And now I'ma hijack your plane, Pursuits outta runtime, okay There was still room for forgiveness Compared to what's to come that was petty 'Cause soon I would witness this fucker hit the trust with machetes Was ready to let it go, I did for many months We became buds, never thinkin' 'bout the dick he really was He asked me to mix a song for a him, did it in pitty 'cause Production quality was shit, it was pitiful, silly 'cause I thought he showed promise, wasn't lyrical really, but He had a hot ass flow and all of his lyrics were chilly, bruh Shortly after he was signed, I offered to mix his project Mastered, exec produced, yeah, I'm callin' it, I did all of it For free! Didn't ask for a dime, and all of that talkin' Got wiped with Spotify, he was takin' his songs down off it Didn't care about the credit, I did the shit with no profit! I told him to his face how I betrayed I felt and he stopped it! Or so I thought, said he decided to keep it up Then like a week later I find out he lied and completely bluffed It's a reoccurring theme it seems, why can't you be upfront? Do you wanna postpone the consequence, spiteful in secret 'cause You're afraid of confrontation or frightful of being judged? You was cappin', I'm so glad I was mindful to see your bluffs And I don't wanna hear you try to moan about your shit to me Swimmin' in the privilege like you know sound of misery And save your non-apology, 'cause no amount could rinse it clean The only label member who ain't going down in history You brought this upon yourself now (Is you, bitch) I'll let it be known that you're goin' the hell down I hope you fuckin' rot and drown and choke on your self-doubt There's nothin' you can do about it, go be a sell out No hope for you, I don't how you see rays of sunshine The only beam you'll see is when layin' my punchlines I let you off the hook many times, should've been one time And now I'ma hijack your plane, Pursuits outta runtime, okay Black kids are dyin' and their parents need lots of tissues Meanwhile, on your site, it said "racism's not the issue" "The" implies that there is only a single problem Minimizin' work that's put in to try to solve all 'em But if we had to list the things wrong with the world, then probably Would put black people dyin' at gunpoint right on the top, bruh Go ahead and tell all the fathers and all their mommas! It's not an issue that they just murdered their sons or daughters! I'm lowkey out of patience for Malcolm Davis, an amalgamation Of a thousand faces, never hesitate to denounce a racist If anything I said holds a featherweight then the doubts erased then I'd rather kill myself than to ever stay in a Mal run nation And I don't blame him, for not lettin' you spit at this show MAGA hat rockin' Stan only there to spit Eminem's flow I think he knew what Trump supporter was a synonym 'fo 'Cause once he saw how you move, it's no wonder grip let you go Hoe You brought this upon yourself now (Yeah) I'll let it be known that you're goin' the hell down (Now go ahead and go on twitter or on your podcast) I hope you fuckin' rot and drown and choke on your self-doubt (And talk shit about me) There's nothin' you can do about it, go be a sell out (Or try and dig up shit on my name but you know) No hope for you, I don't how you see rays of sunshine (Actions speak louder than words) The only beam you'll see is when layin' my punchlines (And don't make me bring up... your ex) I let you off the hook many times, should've been one time And now I'ma hijack your plane, Pursuits outta runtime, okay (Tread lightly, motherfucker)