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And I started from the bottom | Like a snowman, ground-up | Like round chuck, and still put hands on you
And I started from the bottom Like a snowman, ground-up Like round chuck, and still put hands on you Stayin' wound up is how I spend time (get it?) Sucker free, confidence high Such a breeze when I pen rhymes I just got that air about me like wind chimes (yeah) Another day in the life (uh) Used to have to scrape to get by (yeah) Now my community's gated and I Made it and my neighbors say hi (say hi) I'm givin' 'em pounds, I'm upscale now Guess it means I'm way in the sky (way in the sky) But I still remember the days of Minimum wage for general labor Welfare recipient since a minor Look how government assistance has made ya! Adversity, if at first you don't succeed Put your temper to more use 'Cause bein' broke's a poor excuse That should only give you more fuel Show 'em why you're you So close, God, it's like I almost got it But close only counts in time bombs and horseshoes So I Unabomb shit, tick, tick, tick, no remorse, pew Screw it, I'm lit, and that attitude I blew up on quick That's why they call me firecracker I grew up on WIC, 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? Do you still believe in me? Didn't I give everything I had to give you to make you see? I'll never forget if you turn your back on me now And walk out, I will never let you live it down I'll never quit, do you still believe in me? Man, I know sometimes These thoughts can be harsh and cold as ice To me they're just ink blots I just fling 'em like slingshots and so precise So you might wanna think it over twice (yeah) Or you retards can roll the dice But beef will at least cost you your career 'Cause even my cheap shots are overpriced But this middle finger's free as a bird Nuke warhead at birth, hugest forehead on Earth Too short for the verse, studied his formula, learned How to incorporate a curse Point it towards corporate America Stick a fork in 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 consolin' you 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 end of tunnel So people are always lookin' to me as they're goin' through it When that tunnel vision is unclear Shit becomes too much to bear Since "Cleanin' Out My Closet" When I was havin' trouble with the snare I'm that unrealistic prayer answered And I'ma get you jacked up like you're tryna fix a flat, uh When you struggle with despair That double-fisted, bare-knuckles coupled with this pair Of nuts I'm cuppin', I am your fuckin' switch, nothin' can compare Do you still believe in me? Didn't I give everything I had to give you to make you see? I'll never forget if you turn your back on me now And walk out, I will never let you live it down I'll never quit, do you still believe in me? Started from the bottom like a snowman Oh man, put that in your corncob pipe and smoke that But my battery's low, I'ma need a boost to my pack And I know that I always got Proof at my back I called you "Proof" because I knew for a fact My ace in the hole, homie, I'm callin' on you 'Cause I think I'm slowly startin' to lose faith in it, so Give me that inkling and mo- 'Tivation to go, Hussein with the flow Fake fans left you two-faced at the show Let heartbeats loop, produce hate in my soul Layin' vocals two days in a row True statement, hate to go down this road But there's only one route to cross this bridge So I walk in this bitch with loose change 'Cause all my dues paid, but this booth's takin' its toll But it's never too late to start a new beginnin' That goes for you too, so what the fuck you gon' do? Use the tools you're given! Or you're gon' use the cards you're dealt As an excuse for you to not do shit with 'em? I used to play the loser/victim 'Til I saw the way Proof was driven I found my vehicle and I haven't ran out of gas yet And when they stacked decks, turn handicaps into assets Fanny packs, hourglasses If time was on my side, I'd still have none to waste Man, in my younger days That dream was so much fun to chase It's like I'd run in place While this shit dangled in front of my face But how do you keep up the pace And the hunger pangs once you've won the race? When that dual exhaust is coolin' off 'Cause you don't got nothin' left to prove at all 'Cause you done already hit 'em with the coup de grâce Still you feel the need to go full tilt That Bruce Willis, that Blue Steel, that true skill When that wheel's loose, I won't lose will Do you still believe?
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