And I, started from the, bottom

Like a, snowman, ground up

Like round chuck, and still put hands on you

Staying wound up is how I spend time

Sucker free, confidence high

Such a breeze when I pin rhymes

I just got the air about me

Like wind chimes (yeah)

Another day in the life (uh)

Used to have to scrape to get by (yeah)

Now my community is gated

And I made it, and my neighbors say hi (say hi)

I'm giving them pounds, I'm upscale now

Guess it means I'm way in the sky

But I still remember the days of, minimal wage for

General labor, welfare recipients is a minor

Look at how government assistance has made ya

Adversity, if at first if you don't succeed

Put your temper to more use 'cause being broke is a poor excuse

That shit only gives you more fuel

Show them why you're you

So close, God, it's like I almost got it

But close only counts in timebombs and horseshoes

So I uni-bomb shit (tick, tick, tick)

No remorse

Screw it, I'm lit, and that attitude I blew up on quick

That's why they call me firecracker

I grew up on wick (wick, wick, wick) with a short fuse

I got some important news to report to

Anyone who thought I was done, nah, bitch, not quite

Spotlight's back on, got my faith, where's yours?



Do you still believe

In me?

Didn't I get everything I had to give you to make you see?

I'll never forget if you turn your back on me

Now and walk out I will never let you live it down

(I'll never quit) Do you still believe?

In me?



Man I know sometimes these thoughts can be harsh and cold as ice

To me, they're just ink blots

I just fling them like slingshots, and so precise

So you might want to think it over twice

When you retards can roll the dice

But beef will at least cost you your career

'Cause even my cheap shots are overpriced

But this middle finger's free as a bird

New warhead-ed birth, you just forehead-ed on earth

Too short for a verse, studied his formula

Learned how to incorporate a curse

Point it towards corporate America

Stick a fork in it and turn

'Cause four-letter words are more better

Heard the world force-fed a turd to me

You're getting yours

But sometimes I overdo it

But I just get so into it

I was there consoling you when no one knew it

When your situation showed no improvement

I was that door, you walked over to it

I'm the light at the end of tunnel so people are always looking at me as they're going through it

When that tunnel vision is unclear, shit becomes too much to bear

Since "Cleaning Out My Closet" when I was having trouble with the snare

I'm that unrealistic prayer answered

And I'ma get you jacked up, like you're trying to fix a flat (uh), when you struggle with the spare

That double fisted bear, knuckles coupled with this pair of nuts I'm cupping

I am your f**king switch, nothing can compare



Do you still believe

In me?

Didn't I get everything I had to give you to make you see?

I'll never forget if you turn your back on me

Now and walk out I will never let you live it down

(I'll never quit) Do you still believe?

In me?



Started from the bottom like a snowman

Oh man, put that in your corncob pipe and smoke that

But my battery's low

I'm gonna need a booster in my pack

I know I always got Proof on my back

I called you a groupie 'cause I knew for a fact

My insulin ho

Homie I'm calling on you 'cause I think I'm slowly startin' to lose faith in it, so

Give me that inkling and motivation to go



Motivation to go, Hussein with the flow

Fake fans with the two-faced that show

Let heartbeats loot, produce hate in my soul

Laying vocals two days in a row

True statement, hate to go down this road

But there's only one route to cross this bridge

So I walk in this bitch with loose chains

'Cause all my dues paid

But this booth is taking its toll

But it's never too late to start a new beginning

That goes for you too

So what the f**k you gon' do, use the tools you're given?

Or are you going to use the cards you were dealt as an excuse for you to not do shit with them

I used to play the loser victim

'Til I saw the way Proof was driven

I found my vehicle and I haven't ran out of gas yet

And when they stacked decks, turn handicaps into assets

Fanny packs, hourglasses

If time was still on my side, I'd still have none to waste

Man, in my younger days, that dream was so much fun to chase

It's like I run in place while this shit dangled in front of my face

But how do you keep up the pace and the hunger pains once you've won the race?

When that pool of exhaust is cooling off

'Cause you don't got nothing left to prove at all

'Cause you done already hit them with the coup de grâce

Still you feel the need

To go through and deal with that Bruce Willis

That blue still, that truth still

When that wheel's loose, I won't lose will

Do you still believe?