What happens when your biggest enemy is the fam
What happens when I’ve defended myself the best I can
Hearing about posts made with malicious intent
But not a phone call missed so I’m left wonderin’ what you meant
All that “be a man” talk just to watch you act like boys
Lowkey nervous I might retaliate with some of the boys
Little do you know I have no intention of goin’ to war
It’s all prayers for you while you’re determined to settle the score
Hype off a ten year beef, you’re all spoiled and old
I’m off you, it’s God’s turn to deal with you about the stories you’ve told