Old Friends (feat. Se7enist)

I got a list of thirty fucks I'll name you when I'm famous (Repeat) I aint gotta use names, you know who you are You know what you did, but you don't know the scars Or how far I've come, since you tossed me aside I said I was over dat shit, but I lied I struggled wit trauma, since I was a teen From how I was treated, and how I was seen Everyone hated da freak dat you painted Da picture perfect fake kid, da free so he a gay kid "Hey man, but I was a kid too" I didn't know any better, I did what I did dude Cuz dad used to hit me, and make me feel small I bullied cuz I didn't know what to make of it all" Don't lie to me dog, I heard what you on Abusin your kids, and hurtin dey mom And you got a job, where you can be a bully too I guess we don't change too much, do we dude? I got a list of thirty fucks I'll name you when I'm famous I got a list of thirty fucks I'll name you when I'm famous (Repeat) So fairweather friends, and back stabbin bitches I have a request, wait, no I got two wishes Stop being hard, on your wife and your kids (bitch) That's how you ended up, the way that you did (bitch) And I'm not a therapist, but you get some issues Yeah we all do, but you created mine so Imma diss you Ever step foot in my house Imma hit you Shatter your teeth, and bloody your lip dude I got a list of thirty fucks I'll name you when I'm famous (Repeat) Spent years struggling to overcome all the memories Of all the abuse and the shit that you fucking did to me Watched the world shatter, you handled it all shittily Viciously ripping down anyone, even in your vicinity Baby, you always got it in the flesh, and I fucking bought it Every lesson that you taught me, I wish could just be forgotten You're a hero in your own mind, watching over Gotham But Batman's a criminal too, and it's time we caught him Throwing hands at children, that's the kindest part of your legacy Grooming and taking advantage of them, I'd hate to have that said of me Let alone have a small army, come forth to confirm it I'll tie you to this pyre, and I'll be honored to burn it In the furnace of oblivion, red memories into ashes So that no one even remembers your name as the moment passes The scorched earth is all that will remain of the history Of scarred over memories and trauma of what you did to me