BITCH BET - COUNTRY LUNATIC #countryrap

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Bitch, Bet

(Verse 1)
If you think I'm gonna miss you, then your ego got you drunk
I don’t chase what’s broken, I rebuild from the trunk
I came from a place where the pain don’t lie
Where we bury our dreams and still aim for the sky
You mad ‘cause I curved you? That’s a personal war
But I don’t owe you love just ‘cause you kicked in the door
I’m not your fantasy, I’m not your flex
I’m not some white boy thirstin’ just to fuck and text
I’m the voice of the voiceless, the truth in the wind
The fire in the woods when the world won’t bend
I’m the scars that still bleed, I’m the ghost in the hall
Not some dick you can leash, I was built to stand tall

(Chorus)
I ain’t here for my dick to get wet
I’m here to bring us together, bitch, bet
You mad ‘cause I won’t date you? That’s fine
I ain’t lookin’ for a chain, I’m searchin’ for a sign
You want attention? Turn on the TV
You want purpose? Then fuckin’ ride with me
But if you salty ‘cause I ain’t fall for the trap
Listen close, this is more than a clap-back rap

(Verse 2)
They said I’d die alone, like the rest of the cursed
But I’m baptized in bourbon, not chasin’ a thirst
I lost my daughter, lost my brother, lost the fam I called kin
So excuse me if I ain’t jumpin’ out my skin
To romance a stranger who don’t know my soul
Who sees views and fame, not the weight I hold
You ain’t see me broke, cryin’ in the truck
Talkin' to the moonlight, sayin' "life’s fucked"
You ain’t help me bury George, you ain't feed my son
So why the fuck you think I owe you anyone?

(Bridge)
I speak for the ones who got used then ghosted
For the outlaws grievin’, for the ones they roasted
I ain’t here for the clout, I ain’t here for the sex
I’m buildin’ somethin’ sacred out these dirt road wrecks
You say you want real? Then real ain't romance
Real’s takin' hits and still fuckin’ advance
Real’s speakin’ raw, not fakin’ a bond
Not drownin’ in the shallow where the weak respond

(Chorus)
I ain’t here for my dick to get wet
I’m here to bring us together, bitch, bet
You mad ‘cause I won’t date you? That’s cute
Go write a diss in your glitter-ass journal, mute
I’m plantin’ seeds, not throwin’ game
This is war on the fake, not a Tinder flame
So if you mad I ain't text you back—
This song *is* my text, now run that back

(Verse 3)
I don’t give a fuck if you blast me online
Your followers ain’t soldiers, they ain’t crossin’ my line
I seen killers cry, I seen real ones die
You think ghostin’ you gon’ ruin my high?
Nah, bitch, I’m legacy-bound, not your fuckin’ regret
I’m a redneck prophet, dirty boots in the jet
You want Netflix and chill, I want bricks and rebuild
You want boyfriends and birthdays, I want empires fulfilled
So stop sayin’ “he changed,” nah, *I evolved*
From a trailer park menace to a goddamn resolve

(Outro)
This ain't for play, this for fam who broke
For the ones who rise out the fire and smoke
I ain’t here for lust, I’m here to connect
To burn down division, not to fuck and forget
So next time you cry that I didn’t choose you—
Remember this song, and who I answer to
My mission’s loud, my purpose is set
You wanted dick... I gave you *truth*, bitch—bet.

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