Vent

I came up in church and this shit still hurts because what I've been doing ain't holy

In the Herald you do something good you're a "Kiwi" if not then they call you a "Māori"

And I know that my people are good, we just can't break the habit of hating and trolling

I remember the cardboard filters and carrying papers but we ain't have rollies

The same kid from the Facebook vids, man, it's time to grow out of that lane that they put me in

It's not personal, bro, it's just bidness I need that percent on the song 'fore you book me in

And hey try clown 'cause they got more streams in their first year then I got on my sixth

But streams don't mean that I won't rip beats and these weak MCs that they put me with

Yeah, I don't got no room for the lazy hype

I got pressed and it made me fight

I praise hard times with stress 'cause back then, I was depressed and it made me write

I can't look at her confident in her own body and say it's not lady like

I'm taking the deal if it pays me right

They taking shots at me, they ain't aiming right

And on top of that my mum's paying bills

Put my heart on my sleeve and these people are hating still

Fuck fame because I see a greater thrill

I heard the things they were saying about me, and me, I don't know how it made me feel

We'd jump the counters and steal to make earns when I was younger, I thought that it made me real

But nah, see how you treat people, that's a G

How you hustle, provide for your family

My bros in the streets actively

I'm just tryna use time proactively

My anxiety won't let me pack a gat, but with rap gotta better shot attacking dreams

I look around bro stuck in a cell or they're in a casket in the ground, so it's back to me

I cried once when I wrote some lines

Drunk writing timing thinking 'bout loved ones passing time

In hope that rap kicks off 'cause if not then I'm off to the block 'cause it can't be rhymes

My heart still stops when I think of the drunk one nights, I don't think that my soul is fine

My body count high but it don't bring pride, I'd tell you my mistakes but it won't be kind

Play with my name, see it won't be wise

They need to build on their brand and niche

They're busy chasing the end of their tail

Their capabilities aren't unique

Whether I win or I fail

I'm happy to know that I'm me

They hear my songs and it's me and the team

The efforts behind the scenes that nobody can see

Lately I'm thinking 'bout peace tryna move way smart

Cold heart tryna pave my path, I'm a piece on the board tryna play my part

I see my homie online get cocky I tell him the fame won't last

I said, "Look at these opportunities with this biz that your name gon' spark"

He said, "I just want money," I said, "Think bigger, the influence you got with rap"

He said, "Man, you're a preacher," I said, "I'm a hustler, it's something these haters don't have"

I said, "Bro, make a gamble and put all your chips on this, I believe in you bad"

"Invest in yourself, we'll see how you go, if shit doesn't work then we'll make it all back"

He said, "Cuz you're right, but you know real life you know all these haters'll talk"

I told him, "Their wallets are empty, it's envy and jealousy all in their thoughts"

We're the real ones taking risks with this

And if you wanna quit just give me one call

They can't say nuk if you're keeping it raw

And now I've talked but I've still got more