I Look at me, you see? Is it him or me? Critic's is dissing me hard was meant to be? The feeling I'm feeling is real, and it's stealing, the meaning to in this field Many men of tried it, few have made it taken out fighting sin temptations I separate my English, like the When I fall, get down repent, don't ye get?
Rocking me constantly, being somebody, the pressures is me God and society Break Chorus If do I fall, if I don't I will crawl. It's so hard having all, isn't what I want I stepped out, down, Got up, what now
II Put yourself in my shoes, my crew, I lose a ride right through my mind, birds eye view I stopped what yall think a year ago, here we go, radio, video, Stereo, types cause I'm white, the harder I write, the more on my life Ye tell it in Right to my face, or me in the back Manic depressive no, but I might snap
III This warn out, I want out what I wanted not what I thought It was I was poor now I'm cornered Knowing now it's in the past the wack raps I'm signing 99 hundred 9 of autographs Most significant feeling like I'm Critics used to my backside now they kissing it What a switch up, thought I'd a up Ridiculous, how I ended up, so I ain't so different, yeah I'm a Living still winning you got counterfeit I say it in my lines in ye face up to You hating on something you ain't even tried