[Verse 1:]
They looking at me like I'm supposed to fall
My heart keeps saying I'm 'posed to ball
But what's underneath when the coast is gone?
My table of content, deep as the ocean floor
Celebration, let them emotions pour
Used to listen to Mos most of all
Listening to Jigga wondering why I had odes for y'all
It was my back against the wall, no door on my palms
Dog, my soul in the snow in the fog
Summer nights in the city, we smelled like smog
And my mom, who I wish I was held by more
Couple times, screamed at me 'till her voice got sore
I told her, "and it was whose son who came back, yours?"
Showing off at her job, well that made ?
She could turn on the TV and say that's hers
And the memories placed the rims and they scraped on hers

[Hook:]
And the sun rises in the morning, morning
Haters still picture me falling
On the sidelines, talk shit, guess we balling, balling?
Shit's real, not a performance
And the sun rises in the morning, morning
Haters still picture me falling
On the sidelines, talk shit, guess we balling, balling?
But the sun rises in the morning

[Verse 2:]
Picture picture me rolling
Out the system that's blowing
At the bat, gotta treat it like bases is loaded
Maintaining my focus
I ain't changing for no one
Same funnel of smoke
Same crew, I ain't with no one
I ain't fucking with, not even if my man know 'em
When they come to where
I know who staying, know who rolling
Deliver the punishment, I'm the one they don't want it with
Mentioned in magazines, but all the fucking publishers
They up against the beast, and they wondering
When God gone say what niggas see, and he judging them
Papa was a rolling stone, so he slung those
And it ain't what life is, but right out our front door
Go on play it for the kids, blood on the window
Little youngin, only six, and he smoking indo
Keep your enemies close, cause they can be your friends too
You ain't real, you don't even know what real is, fool!

[Hook]