[Verse 1: Swave Sevah]

Yo, I’m awoken out of my sleep to the sound of my

Cellphone going off, but it’s too far for me to reach

And I’m too tired to get up and get it. Just let

Whoever it is leave a message and I’ll check it in a minute

But as soon as I started feeling fatigue kick in

That goddamn phone started ringing again

So I hopped out of bed frustrated, mad

Looked at my cellphone, thrust out and grab

Answered it like, “Yo, this call made me wake up

So this better be good since it couldn’t wait ‘til later

Now who’s this?” “Yo, Swave, it’s Curt. And I wouldn’t have

Called your ass so early in the morning if it wasn’t important

But some niggas tried to play me last night, god.” “Word, who?”

“I don’t know their names but I where they at”

“Where?” “Out in Brooklyn. Son, I’m on my way back

Them niggas disrespected me, dog. They gonna lay flat”

Yo, cut the acting, hush your yapping

Calm down, lower your voice. Nigga, tell me what happened

Before we take action, let’s get the team on three-way

You’re gonna need backup ‘fore you head back to BK

Made the call. We met up, ready for war

These niggas think it’s a game—we’re here to settle the score

About eight deep, strapped with blade, heats, and bats

The club from the car and the crowbar. “Yo, Curt, where they at?”

[Hook: Swave Sevah]

First, second, third strike, you’re out

It seems like I can’t believe a word out of your mouth

Look at all the risk your lies took. Listen

I’ma tell you the story of the kid who cried wolf

[Verse 2: Swave Sevah]

We walked about ten blocks and didn’t spot no one

And, at times, it seemed like Curt ain’t even know where he was going

Now that I think about it, when we first arrived

The scenery was nothing like the scene he first described

Something was fishy. And once I started to get aggravated

This lying bastard admits he slightly exaggerated

And it wasn’t on no beef shit. This nigga

Tricked us to come with him to see a group of obese chicks

Now give me one good reason why I shouldn’t

Deck this nigga dead in his eye for telling this lie

Instead, he got screamed on loud and clear

With every breath of air. Then we left him there

Now, he’s calling me again, giving me details

Over another conflict. This one was over a female

I admit: Curt’s full of shit sometime but still

In all, he’s my peeps, so his beef is my beef

Dropped the line to Ike. Ike called Pro

Pro called L.I.F.E. L.I.F.E. called Loe. Loe called

Me back while I was on the other line with Mo

Then I called Breez. Time to roll. To make

A long story short, the female was his baby moms

He lied to her to get out of something he was supposed to do

Told her he was going out with us and strung us along

So we could somehow make his lie look true

[Hook: Swave Sevah]

First, second, third strike, you’re out

It seems like I can’t believe a word out of your mouth

Look at all the risk your lies took. Sit down

Let me tell you the story of the kid who cried wolf

[Verse 3: Swave Sevah]

You would think since we already just went through this with him

This nigga would have some sense not to do it again

But his hardheaded ass just refused to listen

So he won’t learn until he start losing his friends

Better not call me to help handle jack. That was

The last straw, the straw that broke the camel’s back

He was never into beef. He didn’t even feel threatened

And he put us at risk to get caught with concealed weapons

My anger had me in a zone, having heavy thoughts

But snapped out of it soon as I heard my phone

Caller ID gave him away

I’m not trying to hear anything that he has to say

And I’ll bet you he’s in trouble again. Oh well

Find somebody else to go tell, talk to the voicemail

Thinking that it’s probably something else he made up

I’ll roll a dime, go get blind, and check the message later

Half hour passed. Four missed calls and one message

Put my four-digit code in my phone so I could check it

Wasn’t surprised—what I heard was just what I expected

Curt was in another bad situation. He’s talking reckless

My attitude towards it was “yeah right.” Deleted it

And got a call from Ike later on that night

[Interlude 1: Ike P and Swave Sevah]

Swave Sevah: Hello?

Ike P: Yo, what up, yo?

Swave Sevah: Yeah, what up, man? [?]

Ike P: I’m trying to figure out how I’ma tell ‘bout this nigga Curt, yo

Swave Sevah: Go fucking ‘head, man. I don’t fucking care about this nigga

Ike P: I don’t know, but you might want to hear this, though: this nigga’s burned, yo

Swave Sevah: What?

Ike P: It’s hard to believe. Yo, this nigga’s dead, yo

Swave Sevah: God, don’t tell me that

Ike P: I got no choice. That’s how beef go, son. Nigga got done dirty, yo. Aw man

Swave Sevah: Damn!

[Hook (Overlapped with Interlude 1): Swave Sevah]

First, second, third strike, you’re out

It seems like I can’t believe a word out of your mouth

Look at all the risk your lies took. Listen

I’ma tell you the story of the kid who cried wolf