Verse I:
Stephen King couldn't write a more horrific picture.
When you're on shaky ground, you don't even need the Richter.
True I did some things that I ain't really proud of
The way I stay grounded 'cause I start from the ground up.
I-95'ing, New York City bound.
Came from the bottom, so you'll never see them hold me down.
Paul Wall southern drawl, dissect the grammar.
My crew make bangers, not bammas...no manners.
No mas, we floss, and did the city clubs.
You buying bottles with your rent money ain't you cuz?
They pay us just to show up, fill their model quota
And we ain't talking fame when we say she bout to blow up.
More bumps than mumps and we is just the audience
It's all politics, man this lifestyle is fraudulent.
It sad when your reflection is perception or suggestion
And we can't take you serious with spurious connections.

Chorus:
May not come when you want to, but I'll be there right on time.
'Bout my grind, 'bout my shine; if rap don't work, shawt, then I'll be fine.
Cause when been so low, that you gotta look up to see down
But we stayed down
And you stayed down
Even with your eyes closed you can see me now
Cause I see sound

Verse II:
When you trim off the hate is when you pound on the fake
They wanna see you good, not great
All them high fives and invites is jive and insight,
They want a snapshot of what you're life looks like.
Yea, they copy, copy, paste: crop, chop and pause
Take a screen shot, then photoshop the flaws.
And they don't realize that you been through it all...
When your faith is high as heaven, you ain't scared of the fall.
How dare you look at me side eyed and say I don't deserve this?
While you in the club twerking, I be in the stu working.
Dealing with these jerks and still I keep a smirk and
Show them their reflection because they are looking on the surface.
It's possible to spot my obstacles without binoculars,
But as long as God knows me, what's the point of being popular?
Who's stopping her? Not you.
So here comes the bandwagon, hop the caboose. Poof!

Chorus:
May not come when you want to, but I'll be there right on time.
'Bout my grind, 'bout my shine; if rap don't work, shawt, then I'll be fine.
Cause when been so low, that you gotta look up to see down
But we stayed down
And you stayed down
Even with your eyes closed you can see me now
Cause I see sound

Verse III:
Don't be asking me nothing, got no explanations
The ones complimenting be the main ones complaining
“He said, she said”...go ahead and miss me.
Doubters, skeptics...you know where to kiss me!
Oh, you want to call L an actress?
What about them days, I ain't had no mattress?
Sleeping on a suitcase, eating that Ramen.
Couldn't cut it with the briefcase, that left rhyming.
Bussing these tables. Telling stories from the past, man, it sounds like fables.
Now I see the real reason Cain killed Able,
Cause even family will go and stick you clean for the paper.
I got 15 minutes [of fame] on CP time?
I guess I better get me mine.
If love is blind and justice is an eye for an eye
Well, “Aye! Aye! Salute!” Captain, it's our time. Let's get it.

Chorus:
May not come when you want to, but I'll be there right on time.
'Bout my grind, 'bout my shine; if rap don't work, shawt, then I'll be fine.
Cause when been so low, that you gotta look up to see down
But we stayed down
And you stayed down
Even with your eyes closed you can see me now
Cause I see sound