It Got Personal.

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(Verse 1)
You talk about lines, but you crossed ‘em all,
Made your complaints, tried to make me fall.
Said I’m the villain, played your twisted game,
But I’ve got the receipts, and I’m calling your name.

(Pre-Chorus)
You want to paint yourself like a victim here,
But I’ve seen your colors, and they’re crystal clear.
Running your schemes, trying to tear me apart,
Now it’s my turn — let’s see who’s got heart.

(Chorus)
It got personal when you made those calls,
When you tried to trap me behind brick walls.
Paid off the desperate, whispered your lies,
Thought you’d break me, but I’ll always rise.
It got personal when you went for my name,
You aimed for the target, but I play no game.
You lit the fire — it’s starting to burn,
So watch your step, it’s my turn.

(Verse 2)
Anonymous letters and underhanded deals,
Thought you’d keep quiet what you tried to conceal.
But I see through it all, every trick in your hand,
Now I’m standing my ground, and I’ll make my stand.

(Pre-Chorus)
You think I’m coming after your friends and your kin,
But all I’m exposing is the mess you’re in.
No family, no kids — that’s not how I fight,
But I’ll shine a light on what you do in the night.

(Chorus)
It got personal when you made those calls,
When you tried to trap me behind brick walls.
Paid off the desperate, whispered your lies,
Thought you’d break me, but I’ll always rise.
It got personal when you went for my name,
You aimed for the target, but I play no game.
You lit the fire — it’s starting to burn,
So watch your step, it’s my turn.

(Bridge)
You want to play victim, want to play saint,
But the truth in your eyes is something you can’t paint.
I’m done with your rumors, done with your shade,
It’s time for your empire to start to fade.

(Chorus)
It got personal when you made those calls,
When you tried to trap me behind brick walls.
Paid off the desperate, whispered your lies,
Thought you’d break me, but I’ll always rise.
It got personal when you went for my name,
You aimed for the target, but I play no game.
You lit the fire — it’s starting to burn,
So watch your step, it’s my turn.

(Outro)
Yeah, you lit the fire — it’s starting to burn,
Now watch your step, ‘cause it’s my turn.