Opps to Lovers

Sneak Disses on Tracks

I was chilling with Mello and Nyla in the studio, still ridin’ the wave from last night’s Live. Things had gotten heated, but it felt good to have people backing me up against Star. But then, I saw my phone light up with notifications, all mentioning Star’s new song drop. I raised an eyebrow, curious but not expecting much.

Treu’s Thoughts: “She really dropped a track that fast? Girl must’ve been waitin' for an excuse.”

I plugged in my headphones and hit play. Star’s voice slid through the beat smooth, like she was putting on her usual show. But soon enough, her lines cut deeper, like knives aimed right at me.

> Star's Lyrics:
"Talkin’ all big, but they just a phase,
Tryna take the crown? Stay in ya lane."
"They a one-hit-wonder, think they bad,
But I paved these streets, lil' girl so sad."

The track hit a nerve. Nyla noticed my face as the words sank in, and she gave me this look like, “She ain’t serious, right?”

Mello caught on too and started laughing, but not in a funny way. “Ayo, she got the nerve to be bold like this? Nah, Treu, you can’t let that slide.”

I clenched my teeth, the Chicago in me itchin’ to clap back. This wasn’t just music anymore; this was personal. I knew I had to respond, and it had to be stronger, something she’d remember.

I turned to Nyla and Mello, who were already hyped to get me in the booth. “Let’s run it. She wanna start somethin’? Let me show her who she playin’ with.”

With a fire in my chest, I laid down my response track:

> Treu’s Lyrics:
"Talkin' big game but barely in sight,
Only time you hit hard is at night.”
“Came from the bottom, this shine is mine,
Bet you hear my name every time that you rhyme.”

I threw every ounce of frustration and pride into that verse. This was my city, and I was done playing nice.

Nyla and Mello were all hype, hyping me up like only they could. “That’s it, Treu. Now she knows you ain’t to be messed with.”

As the track finished, I sat back, finally feeling like I had let it all out. Star started this, but I was ready to finish it.

I stayed in the studio a little longer after the diss track was done, feeling the adrenaline still pulsing through me. Mello and Nyla wouldn’t stop hyping me up, replaying the beat and laughing as they listened back to my verses, all the slick lines meant just for Star.

Treu’s Thoughts: "She had no clue what she was messin' with. I ain’t here just to play—this my city."

When I finally left the studio, I was on edge, refreshing my phone every few minutes to see if Star would respond. I could already feel her fanbase lurking in the comments, people talkin’ about how the beef was heating up. And, honestly? I wanted her to hear every word, to feel what I felt when she came for me first.

The next day, I woke up to my phone buzzing like crazy—DMs, notifications, texts from people I barely even talked to, all asking the same thing: had I heard Star’s response?

Of course, she couldn’t leave it alone.

I threw on my hoodie and headphones, stepped outside, and hit play. She had jumped on another beat—something dark, gritty, like she was tryin’ to prove something. She even tried to sound harder, like she was takin' this seriously.

> Star’s Lyrics:
“Yeah, they tryna rise, but they stayin’ low,
‘Cause they can’t handle the heat that I know."
"All bark, no bite, talk big, but small,
Step back, lil' girl, before you fall."

Each line hit me, but not in the way she probably thought. It just pushed me harder, like every word was adding fuel to my fire. She kept talking like she was the only one in Chicago who’d made it, like she didn’t know I was just as hungry, if not more.

I went straight back to the studio that night, eyes locked on the mic. Nyla and Mello had been waiting, already set up, ready to go.

“Nah, I ain’t letting this slide,” I told them, pacing back and forth, feeling the beat drop. “She wanna play? I’ll give her something she won’t forget.”

When I laid down my response, it was a whole different vibe. I went hard, not just throwing shots but showing her that I was here to stay, that she couldn’t push me down with a few rhymes. This wasn’t just about lyrics anymore; this was my pride, my name, my city.

> Treu's Lyrics:
“I ain’t new to this, watch how I shine,
Came from the grit, every bar, every line.”
"They talk, but they can't hold a flame to my name,
This my city, they remember who came."

By the end, the energy in the room was electric, Mello and Nyla clapping and shouting like we’d just won something. And in a way, we had.

Treu’s Thoughts: "This wasn’t just for me—it was for every artist out there grindin’ in Chicago, showin’ up and proving they got something to say."

After that session, I knew I’d made my mark.

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