Damn, here we go again
Everybody sayin’ what’s not for him
But everything I’m not made me everything I am
Damn, here we go again
People talking shit, but when shit hit the fan
Everything I’m not made me everything I am
I never could see why people reach a
Fake-ass facade that they couldn’t keep up..
And I’m back to tear it up
Haters start your engines, I hear ’em gearing up
People talk so much shit about me at barbershops
They forget to get their hair cut
Ok, fair enough, the streets is flaring up
Cause they want gun talk, or I don’t wear enough
Baggy clothes, Reeboks, or A-di-dos..
