[Verse 1]
And I, started from the, bottom
Like a, snowman, wound up
Like round chuck, still put hands up on you
Staying wound up is how I spend time
Sucker free, confidence high
Suck a breeze when I pin rhymes
I just got the air about me
Like wind chimes
Another day in the life
Used to have to scrap to get by
Now my community is gates
And I made it, and my neighbors say hi
I’m giving them pounds, I’m upscale now
Guess it means I’m way in the sky
But I still the days of, minimal wage for
General labor, welfare recipients is a [?]
Look at how government assistance has made ya
Adversity, at first if you don’t suceed
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 is only counts in time bombs and horseshoes
So I uni-bomb shit (tick, tick, tick)
No remorse
Screw it, I’m lit, and that’s the attitude I blew up on
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?
[Hook]
Do you still believe
In me?
Didn’t I get everything I had to give you to make you see?
I never forget if you turn your back on me
Now and walk out I will never let you live it down
Do you still believe?
In me?
[Verse 2]
Man I know some times these thoughts can be harsh and cold as ice
To me, there’s 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 can at least cost you your career
Cause even my cheap shots are overpriced
But this middle finger is 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 consulting 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 tunnel so people are always looking at me when 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
I’m going to get you jacked up, like you’re trying to fix a flat (uh), like you struggle with a spare
That double fisted bear, knuckles coupled with the spare
Nuts, I’m coupled [?] fuck it