
[Intro]
(Low voice, eerie synths)
It started with a laugh, ended with a bodyā¦
This oneās for the yutes who didnāt know they were in too deepā¦
āTil they wasā¦
[Verse 1]
Snapchat beef with a TikTok beat,
Manās just jokinā, post for the heat,
Likes go up, ego inflate,
Said one bar too much ā now itās fate.
Boys from the other side felt that burn,
Didnāt want war, but itās their turn,
Innocent kids with a laugh on Live,
Turned soldiers when comments arrived.
Banter turned threats, memes turned scars,
Filters canāt mask these postcode bars.
Now they linking up with masks and rage,
All ācause socials wrote this page.
One boy filmed ācause he felt the hype,
Didnāt want beef, but he played the type,
Went too far, couldnāt press rewind,
Now heās holdinā 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 wonāt run.
No one wanted war, but the screen said fight,
Now a kidās gone cold in the middle of the night.
Comments killed him. Yeah, the comments killed him.
Not one real opp ā just the timeline built āem.
[Verse 2]
Little bro at the park, just six years old,
Waiting on his bro, coat zipped from cold,
Didnāt 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 ā now blood on hands.
His bro screamed out, āYo this aināt it!ā
But the mandem froze ā couldnāt move, couldnāt quit.
It was live, they was watched, so they did what was fake,
Now a babyās gone ā for cloutās mistake.
Mums cryinā loud, streets went still,
Snaps deleted, no more thrill.
CCTV caught what hearts regret,
But that six-year soul? You canāt reset.
[Hook]
It was jokes, it was fun, till the pressure pulled the gun,
Went viral for a laugh, now the blood wonāt run.
No one wanted war, but the screen said fight,
Now a kidās gone cold in the middle of the night.
Comments killed him. Yeah, the comments killed him.
Not one real opp ā just the timeline built āem.
[Outro ā Spoken Word or Deep Fade Voice]
We aināt gangsters, just kids with phonesā¦
But they turned our screens into battlegrounds.
Now a 6-year-oldās name gets whispered in regret.
All for likes. All for clout.
All for nothing.
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