Текст песни
Name a rapper that did shit for me
It's seeming like they grabbing pens
Tryna rewrite history
This instafame ain't shit to me
Cool to coast in infamy
The real ones always recognize
These losers had it in for me
Classic after classic
Ain't a rapper in my bracket
Cuz I can't portray no characters
This really Rodja rapping this
My Bajans know I'm cracking shit
Throwing rands South Africans
My plans was never massacres
They turned me this animal
Solitaire trafficking
Family had it packaging
They message me on burner phones
To tell me keep my passion in
So how the fuck we got a lucky break
When Flighteous never celebrated
Ain't much more that imma take
Just pay attention
My catalog a stack of intuition
Spirit feeding information
That could solve the illest riddles
Used to want to feed the nation
Seeming like my feeling shifting
Seeming like my only focus
Get a million disappearing
People filled with disappointment
People filled with real resentment
Treated you like you anointed
Treated me like dirty linen
Peace to me was getting even
Prayer showed me something different
Peace to me is moving on
Peace to me removing feelings
Somehow I still feel vexed
It's like when a nigga do me wrong
I see that shit as a threat
I see that shit as a diss
I see a diss as just that
I cut the snake when it hiss
I see the face imma miss