Nice Try, Not Mr. Nice Guy

(Record scratch, b**t drops – a classic boom-bap vibe with a slightly melancholic undertone) (Verse 1) Yo, let me drop some truth, a story untold 'Bout the fam, and the exes, a narrative cold Got the siblings, the aunts, the uncles too, no surprise All wearin' masks, reflectin' lies in their eyes They crave the shine, the attention, the praise, it's their fix But the minute you question, they're pullin' their tricks Like a magician, diverting your gaze from the hand While they scapegoat another across the whole land. (Chorus) They don't want the spotlight on their transgressions, no way Just shadows and whispers, to keep truth at bay They'll twist up the narrative, half-truths and more Pointin' fingers at you, then slammin' the door It's a game of projection, a self-serving spree Narcissistic symphony, playin' against me. (Verse 2) Remember that sibling, all charming and grand? Took credit for wins, never lendin' a hand But when their own mess hit the fan, what did they do? Flipped the script quick, pinned the blame straight on you "Oh, they're so sensitive," "Always causing a scene" Anything to deflect from the damage they've been. And the ex, oh the ex, with their love-bombin' ways Then the devaluation, through all of the days When you finally broke free from their toxic embrace They'd rewrite the history, with a smile on their face "You were the crazy one," "Always so much to please" Ignoring their actions, bringin' you to your knees. (Chorus) They don't want the spotlight on their transgressions, no way Just shadows and whispers, to keep truth at bay They'll twist up the narrative, half-truths and more Pointin' fingers at you, then slammin' the door It's a game of projection, a self-serving spree Narcissistic symphony, playin' against me. (Verse 3) Then there's the aunts and the uncles, so judgy and sly Perched on their high horses, with a critical eye They'd preach about morals, about right and about wrong While their own closets rattled, with secrets so strong But if you ever hinted at their hypocrisy's stain They'd label you bitter, or filled with just pain Spin tales to the family, to make you look bad Anything to protect the image they had. They can't stand the mirror, reflecting their flaws So they break it and shatter, and ignore all the laws Of decency, honesty, and common respect Just to keep their own image, perfectly kept. (Outro) So if you're out there dealin' with that narcissistic crew Just know that their lies ain't got nothin' to do With the truth of your spirit, your heart, and your soul Break free from their drama, and take back control Let them chase their own shadows, in their self-made abyss While you rise above it, with power and bliss. (B**t fades)