I Look at me, what you Is it him or me? is dissing me hard was this meant to be? The feeling I'm feeling is real, and it's stealing, the meaning to stay in field men of tried it, few have ever made it Most taken out fighting sin I separate my English, the French When I fall, get down repent, what don't ye
Rocking me constantly, being somebody, the is calling me God and society Down Chorus If do I could fall, if I don't I crawl. It's so hard having all, this 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 harder I write, the 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 warn out, I want out It's what I wanted not I thought It was when I was poor now I'm Knowing now it's in the past with the wack I'm 99 hundred 9 lines of autographs significant feeling like I'm infinite Critics to kick 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 still winning you got counterfeit religion I say it in my lines in ye up to rise You hating on something that you ain't tried