i try to be tough i try to be hard i try to be cool but i gotta play my part know who i am from the start i dont want do a free style not my style but i tear the beat up i don't care if never meet yah imma do me imma be my own feature learned the rap game im a teacher reaching for the stars im reaching got fans on the bleachers not a human im a creature why they sleeping on my sleeper got the heat with no heater im a grim with no reaper imma bee to the keeper i got faith not a leaper this is not me not the real me i dont really care... if they not feeling me im a liver aint not killing me hold on pause then i press play on mars im i healing all scars i put my feelings in a jar then i kick that shit then i put it in a pit then i burn it got fans so i earned it cause im to sick know how do this other rappers to stiff gotta let loose wit it gotta quinch thrist juice in it this is not me not the real me i dont really care... if they not feeling me im a liver aint not killing me gotta be real like the true image its going to take a true village real privilege living on the edge of the endless so i gotta pay a visit gotta get my ticket yeah this shit wicked and my skin thickened so you cant break in cant brake it so you gotta stop singles that i drop so you need to give me props hatin ass mutha fucka yeah we call opps yeah you throwing rocks then hide your hand cant take a stand i dont understand how you call yourself man then you went and ran