(Intro — Three phone calls. Three voicemails. A door slamming shut. A lighter flicking.) They say keep your circle tight... But what happens when the circle's made of snakes, leeches, and clowns? Let me break it down... one by one... No filter... no mercy... (beat drops — hard, heavy, unbothered) --- (Verse 1 — First one. No sugar.) First one's gay — cool, nobody cares But he ran his mouth, started rumors everywhere Spinning lies like a web then got caught in his own thread Now he's crying victim 'cause a boy left him read Correction — left him bred, put his ass to bed Then bounced, no text, left his ego dead Now he wanna come to me talking 'bout "I'm hurt" Boy, you fanned the flames and got burned, what you deserve You played the gossip game, got played back Now you're sitting in the bleachers with your pride cracked I don't feel sorry, I don't feel bad You was a snake before the sex — now you're just a snake that got had Learn to close your legs or learn to close your mouth Either way, the rumors stop when the truth comes out --- (Verse 2 — Second one. Sharper blade.) Second one's Black but act like he's not Talks like he forgot where his roots got pot Only hit my line when my ex is in the room Only show interest when there's something to consume You don't see a brother — you see a stepping stone You don't check on my life, you just check on my phone Asking "who she with now" like that's your concern Boy, you're 18 years old — when you gonna learn That chasing leftovers don't make you a man It makes you a vulture with a desperate plan I see through the smile, I see through the dap I see a lil boy who don't know how to act Unless there's a girl involved that I already had Then suddenly you're motivated — that's sad You want my sloppy seconds, take 'em, they're free But don't ever act like you're close to me --- (Verse 3 — Third one. Coldest blood.) Third one's a gamer — and honestly a waste of a bitch Can't pause his game long enough to grow up an inch Screen glowing, life going nowhere fast Controller in his hand while his future's in the trash Talks big in the Discord, silent in the real Can't handle confrontation but can handle how it feels To waste every day while his mom pays the bills Then calls himself a man — nah, you're a child still And when I was in the hospital, where were you Mid-match, mid-laugh, mid-nothing to do With being a friend, with being a brother You were just another weight I had to discover Then cut loose — and that's exactly what I did You're not a man, you're not a friend, you're a kid With a controller in your hand and excuses on your tongue Grow the fuck up — the game's not where you're young It's out here, in the real, where the pain lives And you've been hiding from it since we were kids --- (Pre-Chorus) Three so-called friends and not one of 'em real One's a rumor-mill who got fucked and can't heal One's a culture vulture chasing girls I don't want One's a basement dweller who mistakes comfort for a front They all act like lil girls when the mirror shows the truth All want a grown man's respect with a child's excuse I've been quiet too long — let me clear the air Three friends, three problems, and I'm done with all three — yeah --- (Chorus) B-I-T-C-H — that's the energy you bring One gossips like a church lady, one leeches off my flings One can't log off long enough to be a human being Three friends — three reasons my circle's getting clean They all act like children in grown bodies All want the loyalty they never gave to nobody I'm done pretending, done extending the line Three friends — three lessons — goodbye --- (Bridge — Beat slows. Voice cold, steady, final.) I don't hate you... I just see you now... See you for the small, scared, selfish people you are... And I can't shrink myself to fit your comfort anymore... One got humbled — maybe he'll learn... One needs a mirror and a long, hard turn... One needs to unplug and touch the real earth... But I can't be your teacher, your therapist, or your worth... So this is me... cleaning house... Deleting contacts... shutting mouths... (beat builds back — harder) Rave Johnson don't do dead weight... Black Shepherd cuts the strings that hesitate... And I've been hesitating on y'all for too damn long... So this is the last song you'll ever be in — move along... --- (Final Chorus — Hardest. Coldest. Most final.) B-I-T-C-H — that's the tombstone for our trust One fucked around and found out, one's chasing lust One's chasing pixels while his real life rusts Three friends — three funerals for us No love lost, just truth found I'm building higher while you're breaking down Don't call, don't text, don't come around Three friends — three reasons I'm standing my ground --- (Outro — Contact deleted sound. Footsteps walking away. A final, cold whisper.) Some people are lessons... Some people are warnings... Y'all were both... Rave Johnson... Smaller circle... Bigger peace... (silence)
