Lyrics

[Intro]

(Low voice, eerie synths)
It started with a laugh, ended with a body…
This one’s for the yutes who didn’t know they were in too deep…
’Til they was…

[Verse 1]

Snapchat beef with a TikTok beat,
Man’s just jokin’, post for the heat,
Likes go up, ego inflate,
Said one bar too much — now it’s fate.

Boys from the other side felt that burn,
Didn’t want war, but it’s their turn,
Innocent kids with a laugh on Live,
Turned soldiers when comments arrived.

Banter turned threats, memes turned scars,
Filters can’t mask these postcode bars.
Now they linking up with masks and rage,
All ‘cause socials wrote this page.

One boy filmed ‘cause he felt the hype,
Didn’t want beef, but he played the type,
Went too far, couldn’t press rewind,
Now he’s holdin’ a blade, outta his mind.

[Hook]

(Sung or auto-tuned voice, eerie melody)
It was jokes, it was fun, till the pressure pulled the gun,
Went viral for a laugh, now the blood won’t run.
No one wanted war, but the screen said fight,
Now a kid’s gone cold in the middle of the night.
Comments killed him. Yeah, the comments killed him.
Not one real opp — just the timeline built ‘em.

[Verse 2]

Little bro at the park, just six years old,
Waiting on his bro, coat zipped from cold,
Didn’t know about lives, gangs, or codes,
Just loved football and jelly in bowls.

But them man saw him, soft and alone,
Wrong place, wrong time, postcode zone.
Thought he was bait, thought he was fam,
So they dipped him — now blood on hands.

His bro screamed out, “Yo this ain’t it!”
But the mandem froze — couldn’t move, couldn’t quit.
It was live, they was watched, so they did what was fake,
Now a baby’s gone — for clout’s mistake.

Mums cryin’ loud, streets went still,
Snaps deleted, no more thrill.
CCTV caught what hearts regret,
But that six-year soul? You can’t reset.

[Hook]

It was jokes, it was fun, till the pressure pulled the gun,
Went viral for a laugh, now the blood won’t run.
No one wanted war, but the screen said fight,
Now a kid’s gone cold in the middle of the night.
Comments killed him. Yeah, the comments killed him.
Not one real opp — just the timeline built ‘em.

[Outro – Spoken Word or Deep Fade Voice]

We ain’t gangsters, just kids with phones…
But they turned our screens into battlegrounds.
Now a 6-year-old’s name gets whispered in regret.
All for likes. All for clout.
All for nothing.