I Look at me, what you Is it him or me? Critic's is me hard was this meant to be? The feeling I'm feeling is real, and it's stealing, the meaning to in this field Many men of it, few have ever made it Most out fighting sin temptations I my English, like the French When I fall, get down repent, what ye get?
Rocking me constantly, somebody, the pressures is calling me God and Break Down Chorus If do I fall, if I don't I will crawl. It's so hard having all, isn't this I want I stepped out, fell down, Got up, now
II Put in my shoes, with my crew, I lose a ride right through my mind, birds eye view I stopped caring what yall think a 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 to my face, or stab me in the back Manic depressive no, but I might snap
III This position's warn out, I out what I wanted not what I thought It was when I was poor now I'm now it's in the past with the wack raps I'm signing 99 9 lines of autographs significant feeling like I'm infinite Critics used to kick my backside now they it What a switch up, thought I'd a up Ridiculous, how I ended up, so I ain't so different, I'm a Christian still winning you got counterfeit religion I say it in my lines in ye face up to You hating on something that you ain't even