And I, started the, bottom a, snowman, ground up Like round chuck, put hands on you Staying wound up is how I time Sucker free, confidence Such a when I pin rhymes I got the air about me wind chimes (yeah) Another day in the (uh) Used to have to to get by (yeah) Now my community is And I it, and my neighbors say hi (say hi) I'm giving pounds, I'm upscale now it means I'm way in the sky
But I still remember the days of, minimal for General labor, recipients is a minor at how government assistance has made ya Adversity, if at first if you don't Put your temper to use 'cause being broke is a poor excuse That shit only gives you fuel Show them why you So close, God, it's I almost got it
But close only counts in and horseshoes So I shit (tick, tick, tick) No Screw it, I'm lit, and attitude I blew up on quick why they call me firecracker I grew up on wick (wick, wick, wick) with a fuse I got some news to report to who thought I was done, nah, bitch, not quite Spotlight's back on, got my faith, yours? Do you believe In me?
Didn't I get everything I had to you to make you see? I never forget if you your back on me Now and walk out I will let you live it down (I never quit) Do you believe? In me?
Man I know sometimes thoughts can be harsh and cold as ice To me, just ink blots I fling them like slingshots, and so precise So you might want to think it over When you can roll the dice But beef will at least cost you career even my cheap shots are overpriced
But this middle finger is free as a New warhead-ed birth, you forehead-ed on earth Too for a verse, studied his formula Learned how to a curse Point it towards America Stick a fork in it and 'Cause four-letter words are more the world force-fed a turd to me You're yours
But sometimes I it But I get so into it I was there consoling you when no one it When your situation showed no I was door, you walked over to it I'm the light at the end of tunnel so are always looking at me as going through it
When tunnel vision is unclear, shit becomes too much to bear Since "Cleaning Out My Closet" I was having trouble the snare I'm that prayer answered And get you jacked up, you're trying to fix a flat (uh), when you struggle with a spare That double bear, knuckles coupled with this pair of nuts I'm I am your fucking switch, nothing can
Do you believe In me? Didn't I get everything I had to give you to you see? I never if you turn your back on me Now and walk out I will never let you it down (I quit) Do you still believe? In me?
Started from the bottom like a Oh man, put that in corncob pipe and smoke that But my low I'm need a booster in my pack I I always got Proof on my back I called you a 'cause I knew for a fact My ho I'm calling on you 'cause I think I'm slowly startin' to lose in it, so Give me quick mota.
Motivation to go, Hussein with the Fake fans with the that show Let heartbeats loot, produce in my soul vocals two days in a row True statement, hate to go down road But there's only one route to cross this So I in this bitch with loose chains 'Cause all my paid But this booth is taking its
But never too late to start a new beginning goes for you too So what the are you gonna do, use the tools you're given? Or are you going to use the cards you dealt as an excuse for you to not do with them I used to play the victim Until I saw the way was driven
I my vehicle and I haven't ran out of gas yet And when they stacked decks, turn handicaps into Fanny packs, If time was still on my side, I'd have none to waste Man, in my days, that dream was so much fun to chase like I ran in place while this shit dangled in front of my face
But how do you up the pace and the pangs once you've won the race When that pool of exhaust is off you don't got nothing left to prove at all 'Cause you done hit them with the coup de grâce Still you the need To go through and deal with Bruce Willis That steel, that truth still When that loose, I won't lose will Do you still