Identity Zaid Tabani

[Verse 1: Zaid Tabani]
Doesn't work like that
Every DJ gotta earn my scratch
Ya'll been acting like I burned my match
And gave up all the fire in me just too serve my cash, like oh


Everybody got the same story
They ain't for you though, what the fuck you do for me
So they wanna do is push up for their own glory
Why you think these rappers suck dick but that they all touring

Yeah, strike while the irons still hot
I been lightning in a bottle with the throttle on top
Inside the lotto where the motto bout the style you copped
Talking all the models and the money and the shit you ain't got

Oh look at me, tryna preach to choir
I'm oddly abrasive, but I seem to inspire
I'm the soul that everybody required, and then retired
Listen to the vinyl, an admire through wire like

[Chorus: ZAID TABANI]
If Only I Changed
My Heart and My Name
If Only I became what they wanted
If only I'd say, whatever they'd play, I'd never be what I had promised