Look me in my eye Tell me what you see Look me in my eye Tell me what you see When you see somebody like me Look me in my eye I’m still alive And I’m still here Tell me what you see What you see
Head above water But I’m in too deep Toss and turn in my sheets I need TLC when I creep I got skeletons in my closet Takin’ medicine out my cabinets Got a lotta dead homies And I know they waitin’ for me Since ’97 I’ve been striving for greatness ‘Til the days end, ’til I can’t breath and the lights off Six feet deep in the pavement Tell me what the fuck I look like I’m an outsider on the inside Want me to talk like this but I walk like that But I’d rather watch paint dry Stuck between a rock and a fuckin’ hard spot I’ma keep tryin’ ’til my fuckin’ heart pop Lord take me if I never make my momma proud Until then, I’ma hold it down So I keep my head above water And I’ma tread lightly For a minute I was sinkin’ Still thinkin’ I’ma die at the perfect timing Hittin’ 89 on the 105; I might crash 99 on my dash Safe to say I don’t care Day to day I’m all in Wake and bake with my friends Almost a high school dropout But I’m up now, can’t stop, what the fuck now, uh Still independent if you wanna come and get it ‘Cause I’m headed to the top now Way too sick when I hop on the beat Anything goes when I tap into me I was down for the count, ru-runnin’ around Head to the ground with the blood on the sink, oh I’m a champion, I’m a champion I’m a champion in my dreams
Turn out my lights for hours Just break the lightbulbs And wait through nightfall again Couldn’t demonstrate what’s been going through my head It’s a pretty dark place, bitch I coulda been dead Did lose friends, did lose fam Did waste time and I prolly will again Least I can get this shit off of my chest It’s a lot up on the line when you work with your friends Lotta time in life wasn’t really well spent Pressure like a knife to the side of my head If the tip break skin, let that bitch sink in Guarantee I’m still the best, that’s alive or dead From behind all the kids in my class To my name on the map, it’s insane but it’s fact Made a name for myself, made a lane for myself Ain’t a damn thing held me back I’m a champion, I’m a champion I’m a champion in my streets Came from a broke home, goodwill clothes Now I’m grown with my dead homie kicks on my feet What a life this be, R.I.P Tell every other nigga that he ain’t like me Got a heavy heart from the loss in my art It come out when I open up a little bit of me, aye