I Look at me, you see? 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 meaning to stay in field Many men of tried it, few ever made it Most taken out sin temptations I separate my English, like the I fall, get down repent, what don't ye get?
Rocking me constantly, being somebody, the is calling 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 out, fell 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 caring what yall think a year ago, here we go, radio, video, Stereo, types cause I'm white, the I write, the more lies on my life Ye it in spite to my face, or stab me in the back Manic depressive no, but I might snap
III This position's out, I want out It's I wanted not what I thought It was I was poor now I'm cornered Knowing now it's in the past with the raps I'm signing 99 9 lines of autographs Most feeling like I'm infinite Critics used to kick my now they kissing it What a switch up, thought I'd a up Ridiculous, how I ended up, so I so different, yeah I'm a Christian Living still winning you got counterfeit I say it in my lines in ye up to rise You hating on something that you ain't even