Throwing these rocks, ain't hiding, my hand got pain, I'm gon' invoke
Master controller, ain't no getting over, I'm playing in traffic, Nintendo
Slow up my pace for nobody, Big Roddy, you ask, they gon' tell you I'm him, tho
Work of art like the Mona, But Lisa too hotty I'm Scottie, no Benzo
And I don't do trends, I've been out the way, just stacking my wins in silence
Cut off a few, seen the mask fall, now they all came back with they violins
Say what you want, I've been too real, don't play sides, I don't switch fields
Hurt me once, I don't sit still, I get ghost like a windshield
Run from pain, but I chase back, everywhere I go, play back
They don't know where my faith at, still I rise, I can't fake that
Cold with a stare, ain't blink in a year, that trauma been deep in my tempo
Did it alone, ain't never phone home, just prayed in the dark with a tenfold
Talk to myself like, you better not crash, even when I feel like I've been gone
And I don't cap, I don't do fronts, every move I made off my impulse
Tears in my eyes, but I see clear, I've been through the fog, no window
Talk to the skies like, Lord, if you there, don't let me die with this potential
I walk with a limp, but I run up the score, now I glide like a phantom in limbo
My heart got dense, I've been through the war, like I ain't got scars, I pretend though
Love too thin, don't hold my breath, I don't dive deep, they resent growth
Play my role, live in these rhymes and lines, my bars got a trench coat
Cold in the cut, don't flinch, don't budge, if I speak, then I meant so
Ain't no luck, ain't no bluff, every win came with like ten lows
Say what you want, I've been too real, don't play sides, I don't switch fields
Every once, I don't sit still, I get ghost like a windshield
Run from pain, but It chase back, everywhere I go, play back
They don't know where my faith at, still I rise, I can't fake that