[Verse 1]
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Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now
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I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now
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Like the World's interrupting my song, with an interlude
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can't you'll see I'm busy trying to balance out my chemical
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finishing up, what you ain't even begin to do
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when your backs against the ropes it's either him or you
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ya'll ain't so important that my words are meant for you
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when did everybody become so sensual
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caught up in the he say, she say
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blog sites, him and her, broke up
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World star, Nah right
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dumb fans, they believe, everything that y'all write
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found out, friends fake, couldn't even facade right
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pressures on, wont fail
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nigga got too much to prove
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would have been, lost it, but I got too much to lose
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say what you want about Joe but I stood my ground
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bitch, I get it up myself you just put it down
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they say I put my whole on display, to my dismay
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stop it, you carry-in on without logic
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let me tell you this about Joe
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I only say you what I want you to hear
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you only see what I want to show
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crushing up the percepts
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chasing the high, sadly
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I couldn't make this shit up if I tried
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the forecast shows a downpour
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y'all just made God cry, praying for my downfall
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This the shit I'm talking bout right here, let me tell you niggas something
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You can be anything in this World that you want, except for my downfall.
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Check this
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[Verse 2]
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I'm a victim of society
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circumstance or just feelings
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was a nigga victimized or just willing
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no blinds, no bags, just dealing
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no foundation or floor plan, just building
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check it, nights bright but the day's dark
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covered in tattoo's, but hate art
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these egg shell's I walk on are razor sharp
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staring at the finish line, looking for a way to start
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I've been called everything, an extremist
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is that a bad thing or what they really mean is
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anything a nigga do, a nigga mean it
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and I won't let a person place a thing come between it
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an opportunist is how they paint me
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but if the nigga only knock once can you blame me
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still I feel like my problems are great
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shit if I don't ever solve em I'm straight
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on the bright side, God chose me to put a lot on my plate
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so I figured I wouldn't be bothered by the weight
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I'm trying to change the pattern but it's on loop
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even an outcast in my own group
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what's it mean when everybody standing next to you
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expects of you everything that comes with a spectacle
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if everywhere I go I just leave behind residue
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tell me, trust me, I won't think nothing less of you
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[Chorus]
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I'm sorry I ain't around more
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come up with me or stay on the ground floor
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I don't need shelter from the downpour
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Y'all could be whatever you want, just not my downfall
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they tryna make me slow, tryna take me, NO!
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can't be my downfall
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they tryna knock my grind
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I won't stop, I'm fine
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Can't be my downfall
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[Verse 3]
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No moment of clarity
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the next fight showing is a rarity
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severity of me against my growing popularity
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rappers won't rap, I'm forced to believe they scared of me
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but can no longer use the escape goat they not aware of me
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so y'all can go and throw your little pot shots
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some dudes dissed me and temporarily got hot
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I'm getting my head right recollected
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Y'all looking for some website resurrection
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being that I got too much to lose
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or maybe a slight chance that a nigga guilty
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of all that I'm accused
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no longer amused
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affected my loved ones, now
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they starting to bruise
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and I don't want no parts of that abuse
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wouldn't wish it upon my worst foe a day in my shoes
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that'll just eliminate any excuse
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and why entertain em
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old me would' a lost my sense's
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y'all just helping the new me regain em
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been punched in the face,
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it was either feed my family
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or hunt with a .38
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and I ain't want brunch to wait
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I've outgrown hip hop
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turned into a day care
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so next time so shit is on my mind, it'll stay there
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I'm staring at the man in the mirror
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but it ain't helping see the man any clearer
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so I get MIA from around y'all
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| till God stops answering these praye |
