As I sit an position myself am I co*ky coz I only play my sh** and listen to myself or am I striving for perfection? answer that ah f** it I co*ky and I about to perfect rap n***a! and I roam these streets that's why my songs is deeper than d**h itself I went from no food in the fridge to a platter on my shelf and I watch it and y'all ain't gotta give me that but keep ya hand out my pocket haters! coz you makin me nervous it ain't worth it we don't want no accident when I flip on purpose coz we don seen so many tradgeties done September 11th, 2001 remember like how could I forget I lost my man pop in that sh** help me get a grip I think I'm losing it doo because between life an d**h I be confusing the two [Chorus:] And sometimes I don't give a f** if I live or die but I think if I don't give a f** about myself who else will I'm stressing guess I was raised the wrong way that's why I walk around with the long eighth and dun shed so many tears I have none left sometimes I sat and prayed for d**h I feel like its 11:45 a quarter to 12 15 minutes to my days is over that's why its hard to stay soba so I drink in the rain and smoke in the sun and create my own clouds not have'n to think of the pain sometimes I think I'm going insane I get mad and shout God's name in vain forgive me for my sins he got me laughing again he got me back rapping again now help me choose my friends my gats the closest one to me but if my gun could take the stand and tell ill be doing life in jail like judge he made me do it it ain't the gun its the n***a behind it that shoot it, that's ruthless [Chorus] you see a lot of n***as don't want drag to shine instead they want to see drag locked up like my n***a Shyne so you know what they try to do, leave a n***a behind You know what it is, they envy me motherf**ing n***as held me back for 3 f**ing years and motherf**ing n***as left me for dead hopin that the world would forget but you know what? they didn't forget, they bought me back and now I'm in the greatest shape of my life so now I'm on some sh** like f** y'all all I give a f** about is my n***as and my n***as only I'm on some sh** like y'all can s** these off cause I don't need y'all to succeed y'all n***a I know you like my word play early like nelly got country grammar like er day I can go cold and still sell out shows and make enough dough to get your feet chopping not about your toes?? for coming at me half stepping talking like gangsta sh** and ain't have no weapon n***a ah I got the best flow I be the best in the bronx cause I don't walk through the swamps striving through the alleys of d**h recognize my destiny in life even if it takes my last breath n***a I walk in places where it could've been my last step but god got me out of it I love him and I'm proud of it now can you feel my pain see what I see walk in my shoes an still gon' keep sane ni**a!