I Look at me, what you Is it him or me? Critic's is dissing me hard was this to be? The feeling I'm feeling is real, and it's stealing, the to stay in this field Many men of tried it, few have made it Most taken out sin temptations I my English, like the French When I fall, get down repent, what don't ye
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. so hard having all, isn't this what I want I stepped out, down, Got up, what now
II Put in my shoes, with my crew, I lose take a right through my mind, birds eye view I stopped caring yall think a year ago, here we go, radio, video, Stereo, types cause I'm white, the harder I write, the more lies on my Ye it in spite Right to my face, or stab me in the Manic depressive no, but I might just
III This position's out, I want out It's what I wanted not what I It was when I was poor now I'm Knowing now it's in the past the wack raps I'm signing 99 hundred 9 of autographs Most significant like I'm infinite used to kick my backside now they kissing it What a switch up, I'd a give up Ridiculous, how I up, so what I ain't so different, yeah I'm a Living winning you got counterfeit religion I say it in my lines in ye up to rise You on something that you ain't even tried