[Intro announcer style] oh streetdolls thanks for the free entertainment I needed the laugh... (Verse 1) They say I’m scared, say I’m shook, say I’m fearing replacement, Like I ain’t tore down whole worlds and rebuilt the basement. Whispers in the hallway, “He done, someone new on the stage,” But I write scriptures in this booth, you just scrolling in rage.You call it “truth,” but it’s guilt in a nice disguise, Projecting all your doubts in the whites of your eyes. I see the tremble in your soul when my name get mentioned, You hate yourself for loving what I drop, that’s tension. (Pre-Hook) You say I’m scared of the fall, scared of losing my fans, But you the one white-knuckled, rage in your tiny hands. You can’t stand how I evolve, how the blueprint lands, So you throw stones at the throne from the cheap-seat stands. (Hook) I’m not scared, I’m prepared, I was built for the shift, I’m the glitch in the code, I’m the permanent gift. You just mad ‘cause my growth don’t fit your plans, Now you hold all that hate in your tiny hands. (Verse 2) You say I’m ducking the truth, running laps from the light, But I look my own demons in the face every night. You just tweet in the dark, hoping someone relates, I turn the same darkness into albums and tapes.“Zerorez scared of being replaced,” that’s a bold little claim, When I’m the one upgrading the rules to the game. You watch every move that I make like you chained to the feed, Then swear you hate me, but it’s worship in need. (Bridge) You don’t hate me, you hate that I mirror your doubt, I’m what you’d be if you ever chose to figure it out. Instead you cradle your anger like a comfort brand, Let it sit, let it rot, in your tiny hand. [Hook] I’m not scared, I’m aware, I got enemies close, But I thrive in the pressure that would turn you to ghost. You can curse my name while you scroll my jams, Still that fury just lives in your tiny hands. [Outro] So keep talkin’ that talk, I’ll keep walkin’ this road, Every barb that you throw just gets flipped to gold. You fear being forgotten, I expand my lands, I’m not scared of replacement—you’re just scared of who I am.

“Tiny Hands, Heavy Rage”