You thought I’d stay quiet, huh?

[Intro: Whispered + Angry tone] You thought I’d stay quiet, huh? You left me in the storm — now hear the thunder... This one’s for you, Belkin. --- [Verse 1] You wore the mask of a brother, dressed like a man, But inside? Just a leech with a five-year scam. You smiled on deck, while you drilled my floor, Fed lies to my team while you hid offshore. Left me with debt, reputation on trial, I rebuilt from the ground — you still actin' vile. Alaska remembers, and so does my crew, We froze in that hell while you drank Mountain Dew. Signed papers in silence, rerouted the cash, Now I’m huntin’ your legacy — burn it to ash. --- [Hook: Slow and heavy beat drop] You the poison in the plan, a Judas in disguise, I see your coward soul every time I close my eyes. But I rose, motherfucker — stronger, alive, While you drown in your lies, I continue to thrive. Dead man walkin’, your sins got receipts — Now the world hears the truth, while you hide in your sheets. --- [Verse 2] You used Eat & Travel like a shield in the rain, But your handshake was empty, your loyalty — pain. You underpaid kings, stole from the brave, And when shit hit the fan, you just ran like a slave. You ghosted the books, you vanished from chat, But karma don’t skip — and I'm bringin’ her back. You left lives in the cold, while you booked your flight, Now you livin’ on fear, sleepin’ shallow at night. I got the docs, the names, the proof, the calls, Belkin, you a chapter where honor just falls. --- [Bridge: Quiet, sinister flow] And I ain’t need no gun, no goons, no blade, Just truth in the verse — that’s how legends get made. I bleed for my people, I stand for my name, You a footnote in history — erased by flame. --- [Hook: Repeated with layered vocals] You the poison in the plan, a Judas in disguise, I see your coward soul every time I close my eyes. But I rose, motherfucker — stronger, alive, While you drown in your lies, I continue to thrive. Dead man walkin’, your sins got receipts — Now the world hears the truth, while you hide in your sheets. --- [Outro: Spoken like a threat] This ain’t just a song, bitch. This is a statement. Next time you try to bury me — Bring a bigger shovel. — Popov.