Look at me, what you see? 

Is it him or me? Critic's 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 this field 

Many men of tried it, few have ever made it 

Most taken out fighting sin temptations 

I separate my English, like the French 

When I fall, get down repent, what don't ye get? 


Chorus 

Rocking me constantly, being somebody, the pressures is calling me 

God and society 


If do I could fall, if I don't I will crawl. 

It's so hard having all, isn't this what I want 

I stepped out, fell down, Got up, what now 


Put yourself in my shoes, with my crew, 

I lose take a ride right through my mind, birds eye view 

I stopped caring what 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 life 

Ya tell it in spite 

Right to my face, or stab me in the back 

Manic depressive no, but I might just snap 


This position's warn out, I want out 

It's what I wanted not what I thought 

It was when I was poor now I'm cornered 

Knowing now it's in the past with the wack raps 

I'm signing 99 hundred 9 lines of autographs 

Most significant feeling like I'm infinite 

Critics used to kick my backside now they kissing it 

What a switch up, thought I'd a give up 

Ridiculous, how I ended up, so what 

I ain't so different, yeah I'm a Christian 

Living still winning you got counterfeit religion 

I say it in my lines in ya face up to rise 

You hating on something that you ain't even tried