[Intro] (Sound of a phone vibrating on a wooden table, ignored) [Spoken] Yo, look at this... another notification. You only "love" me when the jar is full, eh? The minute it's empty, I’m the villain? Watch the movement. [Airhorn - Echoing] [Verse 1, Flow: Smooth but Pointed] You’re the only thing out here that irritates my soul Tryna play the victim, tryna play the role You call me "brother" when you’re looking for a draw But the minute I say "ration," you start finding every flaw You’re out here badmouthing, talking to the crew Saying "He don't show me love," like I’m owing something to you? I’ve given you rides, I’ve taken you 'round the town But you forget the favors the moment I turn you down. [Chorus, Catchy & Rhythmic] Stop the guilt trip, stop the fake-man drama You’re acting like a feen, causing all this karma I’m not a plug, I’m a friend with a stash But you treat my kindness like a way to save your cash You’re jonesing for a taste, then you’re talking out your head Better check yourself before the bridge is truly dead. [Verse 2, Flow: Double-time, Increasing Intensity] You say "the guys out here would do it for me quick" But when it’s time to ask them, you start acting sick! You make up the excuses, you’re too "shy" to ask the rest Because you know I’m the only one who puts up with the pest! I gave you half my bag—the newest, loudest crop You smoked it in a second, then you’re asking for a drop? And when I say my stash is low, you start the "bad friend" speech? Man, your entitlement is way out of reach. [Bridge, Flow: Sarcastic & Theatrical] (Beat drops out, just a sparse bass pulse) It’s like you come to my house, sit down for a meal You finish off your plate, then you try to make a deal "Hey, give me half your leftovers, you can always cook some more!" Then you cuss me to the neighbors when I show you to the door? You told me "one last taste and I’ll buy my own bag" But here you are again with the same old tired lag. [Chorus, Catchy & Rhythmic] Stop the guilt trip, stop the fake-man drama You’re acting like a feen, causing all this karma I’m not a plug, I’m a friend with a stash But you treat my kindness like a way to save your cash You’re jonesing for a taste, then you’re talking out your head Better check yourself before the bridge is truly dead. [Outro, Ad-libs] I saw through the play a long time ago. You think you can treat me like this 'cause I’m easy? Nah. Principle over pressure. Go ask those "other guys" you’re talking about. Oh wait... you won’t. [Sound of phone being switched off] [Bass fades out] [End]
