Believe

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

Sucker free, confidence high

Such a breeze when I pen rhymes

I just got the 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

I'm givin' 'em pounds, I'm upscale now

Guess it means I'm 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 wick—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 want to think it over twice

When 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-ed birth, you just 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 gettin' 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' at 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 tryin' to 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 apron 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 run in place

While this shit dangled in front of my face

But how do you keep up the pace

And the hunger pains once you've won the race?

When that fuel 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?