They say I changed like my phone number
But have you ever felt betrayed by your own mother?
My own niece, own sisters, and my own brother
There's no peace, I don't miss ya, and I don't trust ya
All I got is my girl, kids, and parents now
And those the only people that I care about
So if you cross me, we can air it out
Hope you're embarrassed how your dirty laundry's shared around
Finally revealed how you feel, kept it buried down
Now I can see it clear why you wear that frown
After all these years, your welcome is wearin' out
Don't look in the mirror if you're scared of clowns
You can keep your fake support
Public opinion, you can have your day in court
It's funny how one thing you say can force
A man to change his course and plan, of course it can
Stay reportin' back but ignore the facts
Think 'cause we're related, you get some sorta pass
Think 'cause you can fight, you can endure the wrath
Of the Taurus that I'm sure to pack, swords can clash
I don't fuck with you, it's clear who's in the wrong
Now you just reduced to lyrics in a song
But through this music, my spirit will live on
All you gotta do is tune in to hear it when I'm gone
And I'm sick of actin' like you kicked the habit
'Cause you skipped the crack and prescription tablets
If you still smoke weed, you're still an addict
Not to mention the liquor you fill your glass with
Now you actin' like you're sober and deserve awards
Like you ain't thirsty for another bourbon pour
Angel with broken wings, I learned to soar
Scars on my arms that I earned from war
Y'all act like ya never saw a bridge burn before
I know Scarface taught you that the world is yours
But there's lines you don't cross, you'll get murdered for
I know you mad at the world 'cause your girl's a whore
But shit, that ain't our fault in the least
She belong to the streets, keep your dog on a leash
You should get that bitch a collar for fleas
And Cesar Milan to teach her how to follow your lead
Szechuan Don, I brought the sauce for the beef
So you better watch how the fuck you talkin' to me
'Cause I don't squabble, I'll blow the top off your bean
Easier than you can take the top off your Jeep
So watch the topics you speak on and repeat
'Cause talk is cheap, say what you want about me
But don't speak about a man's kids, mom, or his queen
I'll let the Kay Slay any drama you bring (Rest in peace!)
Let the Uzi speak, make you ooze and leak
You just seem to play hard through computer screens
I bet the AR change the tune you sing
It'll make graveyards from reunion scenes
.223s will chew through trees
Might shake your family tree, make it lose some leaves
I ain't losin' sleep over fools and thieves
I had a lucid dream, Martin Luther King
No respect for a man that put his hands on a woman
Or racists that say shit they actually shouldn't
The truth is the proof they demand's in the pudding
Ten toes down, I can stand where you couldn't
Told my life story over 808s
No one to fight for me or to pave the way
Never held back, that's what made me great
The blood on our hands may stain the same
But tell me how do we relate (We don't)
Cut the grass, put a bounty on the snakes
Your dad tried to drown me in a lake
You saved me, lookin' back it probably counts as a mistake
You could say that it came back to bite you in the ass
I don't play that, won't be no "fight me like a man"
I got the pistol on my side and the rifle in my hand
And I'll lay your bitch ass out right where you stand
Yeah
I will defend myself
And my loved ones
We ain't loved ones just 'cause it was love once
You ain't shit to me
No role models, that's history
Better learn from it or let that shit repeat
I can be the most hated, let the list increase
Won't be no glimpse of peace when I'm sixty-three
I'll take a grudge to the grave
Aim for the jugular vein
I got nothin' to say
You can speak to the pump or the K
You shouldn't have put your nose in my business
You side switchin' every five minutes
You ain't got no sense of loyalty
You get the same respect you show to me
You can keep your ass from 'round me
You should've let your daddy drown me
The blood that makes us related
Is the same that my back bleeds when you stab me
But that don't make us family, understand me?
Blood don't make us family
Nah
Blood don't make us family
Three Rivers, MI, based hip-hop artist A Rapper Named Nati has been penning rhymes since 1996. He met Dutch producer Rob Maestro in high school, circa 2004. Fifteen years later, the pair have been anointed Self-Proclaimed Kings. (Pronounced “notty.”)
Recorded at the rapper's Brooklyn apartment during lockdown, this album offers poignant reflections on the uncertain decisions defining the uncharted territory of today's reality. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 21, 2020
An 18-minute instrumental hip-hop suite from the Philly beatmaker, inspired by ’70s thriller movies from India, China, Europe and beyond. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 7, 2021
