TwoFace 🎭 Country Lunatic. I'm sure we all had a family member like this #countryrap #twoface

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COUNTRY LUNATIC
F.O.W.B INDEPENDENT RECORDS
LUNATIC NATION

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Supposed to be my brother, supposed to be my blood,
Now I see you was a snake draggin' dirt through the mud.
Talk shit on the line, then flip that tone,
Call the same dude, dog, you just disowned.

Thought you was solid, but you built on sand,
Now I’m ridin’ with the one you tried to damn.
You ain’t slick, boy — I seen through that grin,
Plot so weak, me and him let you in.

You call my line like “fuck that clown,”
Sayin’ he a rat, that he run his mouth.
Then I hang up, you flip the play,
Call him back like, “Yo, Lunatic gay.”

You wildin’, bruh — got no spine,
Say one thing here, switch up next time.
You ain’t built for the code, you broke that oath,
Crossed both sides, now you lost 'em both.

I kept it real, fed you at my table,
Now you dancin’ on lies like Cain to Abel.
You think we ain't talk? Think we ain't wise?
You the topic of jokes while you livin’ in lies.

Me and him? We tight now, just waitin’,
You the reason both sides congregatin’.
You built your noose with every call,
Tryin’ to play God — now you 'bout to fall.

You talk on the phone like you hard as fuck,
Then call my opp like we outta luck.
You play both sides — but the streets don’t lie,
Now both them hammers lookin' in your eye.

You think you slick? You think we dumb?
We been laughin’ while you chewin' your tongue.
Supposed to be fam, but you switched for clout,
Now me and my enemy both want you out.

Boy, you called me “bro” like it meant somethin’,
While plantin’ seeds hopin' we’d get to dumpin’.
But real recognize — and you ain’t shit,
You a clown with a plan that ain’t legit.

You playin’ telephone tag with your own head,
Sayin’ I’m soft while you sleep in meds.
Sayin’ he fake, sayin’ I’m broke,
But your baby mama told me you smoke her dope.

We sat down, compared the notes,
Had a drink while we read your quotes.
You ain’t smart — you just loud as hell,
And your story got more holes than a cartel cell.

Now look at you, tryna clean your mess,
Actin’ like you loyal while you wearin’ that vest.
But we don’t aim for the chest, we shoot for the soul,
And you just earned a bulletproof role.

You talk on the phone like you hard as fuck,
Then call my opp like we outta luck.
You play both sides — but the streets don’t lie,
Now both them hammers lookin' in your eye.

You think you slick? You think we dumb?
We been laughin’ while you chewin' your tongue.
Supposed to be fam, but you switched for clout,
Now me and my enemy both want you out.

You done played too many hands, and lost 'em all.
Ain’t no loyalty in that mouth of yours.
We know what you said. Both sides.
Now it's us against you.

Ain’t nothin’ colder than a brother turn fake.
But the warmest hugs come from the ones that’ll burn you.
Now you out — banished.
No warnings, no grace. Just fate.

So talk your shit, make your calls,
Build your lies, take your falls.
Just know — your cover's blown,
The fam you backstabbed ain't alone.

Me and the man you tried to play?
We clinked glasses on your grave.
You thought you slick — but you ain't.
You just a ghost now, sealed in paint.