Mail Attack

DJ Wizz on the track!

Detroit, turn this up!

Yeah, I’m talkin’ to my ex.

You keep postin’— Let me put an address on this one.

Address it, stamp it,

send it my way,

Quit throwin’ little shots,

say what you gotta say.

You wanted me loyal while you played both sides,

Now you sellin’ fake smiles on a Facebook Live.

Return to sender—I ain’t buyin’ that!

(Hell nah!) You can keep the stories,

I don’t want ’em back.

Watchin’ for your friend?

Tell her I said hi!

DJ Wizz, Detroit—let the bassline ride!

“I keep my life private”—that’s the line you chose,

Funny how your private life had somebody else’s clothes.

Wanted husband-level loyalty, gave me part-time truth,

Had a speech for every question,

never had no proof.

You could turn a simple “Where you been?” into a fight,

Then expect me there beside you,

actin’ like we right.

Wanted all my trust with your phone facedown,

Now you shocked I ain’t around to hear the next round.

Post another dinner, make sure everybody sees,

Move the plate a little closer,

get the caption how you need.

Tryna make me mad?

Girl, finish your meal,

You been holdin’ up your camera longer than your smile real.

I remember what it cost to keep that picture lookin’ good,

All the things I swallowed ’cause I thought a husband should.

Now you call it happiness—okay,

enjoy your view, But quit checkin’ who’s watchin’ if this life’s enough

for you.

Address it, stamp it,

send it my way,

Quit throwin’ little shots,

say what you gotta say.

You wanted me loyal while you played both sides,

Now you sellin’ fake smiles on a Facebook Live.

Return to sender—I ain’t buyin’ that!

(Hell nah!) You can keep the stories,

I don’t want ’em back.

Watchin’ for your friend?

Tell her I said hi!

DJ Wizz, Detroit—let the bassline ride!

Yeah,

I catch the slick posts,

I can read between lines,

You just hate I won’t spend my whole afternoon replyin’.

Mama said don’t open mail without your name attached,

So I scrolled right past—had a record I could scratch.

Don’t mistake the silence,

I remember every bit,

I just won’t give every petty thought a place for it to

sit. You want comments,

want a screenshot, want a scene to circulate,

I got speakers in the trunk and somewhere better I can take

’em. Cheaters want commitment like it’s somethin’ they deserve,

Want you stayin’ in your lane while they swervin’ every curve.

Want forgiveness by the morning,

no discussion of the night,

Then get mad you askin’ questions—now your attitude ain’t right?

Nah, girl, that arrangement had an expiration date,

You can call me what you want,

I ain’t showin’ up to debate.

I was there, I know the difference ’tween the marriage and the

posts, You can fool a couple followers—I knew you up close.

Who wanted loyalty? (You did!) Who kept switchin’ stories?

(You did!) Who still throwin’ posts?

(You is!) Who put it on wax?

(DJ Wizz!) East side,

let it knock!

West side,

let it ride!

If your friend sent you here— Tell her I said hi!

Got your friend on my page doin’ unpaid shifts,

Clockin’ every little move,

takin’ screenshots of my shit.

Zoomin’ in on every photo,

tryna figure who I’m near,

Could’ve asked me how I’m doin’—you already halfway here.

Forget you and the report you about to take back,

Make sure you catch the hook,

put the volume on max.

Tell her I ain’t sittin’ home with her pictures on the floor,

I got dressed, grabbed my keys,

heard the bass and shut the door.

I ain’t beggin’ for a rerun,

we already saw the end,

You can keep the explanation that you practiced with your friends.

You wanted me to chase you—had to disappoint you twice: First I

let you leave, then I went and got a life.

Address it, stamp it,

send it my way,

Quit throwin’ little shots,

say what you gotta say.

You wanted me loyal while you played both sides,

Now you sellin’ fake smiles on a Facebook Live.