No one’s got Novid game like I do,
mask tight, mind right, always saw the right view.
You raw-dogged the air like it was harmless on cue
now you’re shocked the virus did exactly what I knew.
No one’s got Novid game like I do,
Six years clean in a world that slid right through.
Disunderstand all you want, but the proof
is I survived what you bragged you were “immune” to.
I didn’t choose this lane, man, the lane chose me,
watching people breathe death like it’s O2 free.
They called me paranoid, extremist, obsessed
but funny how I’m standing while the rest regress.
I ain’t preaching, I’m teaching with receipts in my chest,
while they’re busy catching Covid like it’s Pokémon quests.
I stayed masked, stayed cautious, stayed studying the threat
not heroic, just aware that denial’s a death bet.
You laughed back then, said I’d “live in fear,”
then you coughed through your winter and vanished for a year.
What do I gotta do to make it crystal and clear?
I’m alive ‘cause I listened when the science said, “Steer.”
So yeah
No one’s got Novid game like I do,
and that line ain’t cocky, it’s a statistical truth.
I adapted to the threat while you adapted to abuse
and in the end, survival’s just a skill you refused.
No one’s got Novid game like I do,
mask tight, mind right, always saw the right view.
I walked through plumes you dove straight into
and now you want answers for what the virus did to you?
No one’s got Novid game like I do.
Six years clean in a world that slid right through.
Call it luck, call it fear, call it whatever helps you
but I lived because I cared…
and that’s a flex you can’t undo.
