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With the simple click of a button, a tweet containing only five words was sent by Drake and now out to the whole world. Five words were all he needed to put his plan into action. Once Kendrick was seen battered and bruised by King Drizzy himself, Drake would forever be seen as THE rap king. He snickered and shook his head. If Kendrick backed out, Drake would win. If Kendrick brought more people or a weapon, he’d be seen as a coward and Drake would win. ‘There’s no universe where this plan would fail’ he thought as he texted coordinates to a secluded location to Kendrick.
Meanwhile, Kendrick was putting his son and daughter to bed. He sat between them on a cozy little bed and told them a story about legendary rap artist, Tupac Shakur. “Who really killed him?” little Enoch asked with big innocent eyes. ”We’ll talk about that in the morning, get some sleep,” Kendrick said, kissing both his kids on the forehead before he shut the lights and left the room. He checked his phone to see if he got a text from his wife who is currently on vacation. However, the only notifications he saw were a tweet that said ‘you and me, 6 am’ and some coordinates to a shady location. “Oh, it’s on.” He said, preparing things for his kids to eat in the morning, calling up a babysitter, and writing a note to his kids.
6 in the morning finally came and so did Kendrick. He was met by a dishevelled-looking Drake whose hair was unkempt and tired eyes saw nothing but hatred staring back at him. “I ain’t know you was in my city,” Kendrick said with a smirk, breaking the silence. “You didn’t think I’d pay you a visit after what you said?” Drake chuckled and started circling Kendrick who also started walking in a circle, not letting Drake out of his sight. Kendrick didn’t think he had the balls to 1v1 him face-to-face. He hoped his fists were as weak as his bars. “Whatchu tryna do about it, Drizzy?” Kendrick said. His voice was worryingly calm, as If this whole thing was a joke to him, as If his physical safety, no, his pride wasn’t being threatened. Drake started pacing closer and closer to Kendrick until he uttered the words “I’m finna smack you just like you did to your wife!” which promptly caused him to get slapped in the mouth.
The king of rap is to be decided this morning, not with a beat, but with a beating. Punches being thrown left and right, hit on hit on hit. None of the men were going to let up, too much would be lost. No matter how bloody their faces were or how bad the pain was, their pride was worth too much for things to end with a little apology. They were both hoping each other would just give up, but it was clear that the only way this beef would end was if one of those men didn’t leave alive.
Kendrick has Drake pinned on the floor. He’s been beaten pretty badly. Blood running down his lip, eye so swollen he can't open it, It’s clear he’s been roughed up good. Straddling him is Kendrick with a missing tooth and a bruised cheek. Both their chests are heaving as they look into each other's eyes. How did things come to this, good friends beefing for 10 years, now fighting each other in the early morning. ‘Why do I hate him?’ they both think. They don't have an answer.
“Kendrick…” Drake whispers, looking up at his former friend. They both can’t take it anymore. Kendrick leans down and presses a rough passionate kiss onto Drake’s lips. Drake eagerly returns the kiss as he tangles his hands in Kendrick’s dreads. They pull away after an embarrassingly long time, a string of spit connecting their lips as proof of their intimate exchange. “I.. I’m sorry… for saying you beat your wife…” Drake says, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tries to catch his breath. “I’m sorry for telling the world you’re a pedophile…” Kendrick says “Though you really be on some weird stuff crodie.” They both laugh. “Yeah no, you’re right, I did some wild stuff” Drake giggles. “For reaaaaallll fam, no cap” Kendrick says, mocking Drake’s accent. “Shut up bro!” Drake laughs as he playfully punches Kendrick’s arm. They share another passionate kiss as the sun rises before them. It’s safe to say that the beef has officially been squashed.