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Why don't people like me? Is it because I'm doing me?/All I ever want is to be the best that I can truly be/Conceited, Cocky, Arrogant ... That's true of me/But, who's the only one looking out for me? You or me?/All of y'all judging, but I don't like how you're ruling me/'Cause I never committed anything that'll harm you or me/And, in the school of me, all y'all committing truancy/So, why become mad when I act as if you're new to me?/You weren't there like my dad, nah, you ain't see/Or when my mother struggled to gain money just to lose for me/When my brothers were locked down ... All because they ruled the streets/Or when my sister was supposed to be dead in about two weeks/Y'all really don't know what this hateful sh*t do to me/it hurts a lot, but I just inject it as fuel to me/So, I'm gonna let it burn while I stay cool and freeze/Sometimes, I want to cry ... But I won't do it, see/ My brother said, "Don't ever let them see you hurt. Just keep it moving, G"/So, I always hide under pride and act exclusively/Holding up a weight big enough to crush two of me/And I keep them haters "coming" as if they were "screwing" me/My hearts in everything I take part. So, I do succeed/Matter of fact, successful is my new degree/And from it ... I talk money quite fluently/Staying in tip-top shape, you'll never ruin me/