(chorus)
I got my eyes on the prize
And my shit all together
Cause my life on the line
Got a big storm to weather
But the size of my pride
Got me feeling never better
Haters cries are surprised
That I kill this shit better
Y'all expecting something else
From a southern fried man
But I'm made for the stage
Born a motor city man
I be on that top shelf
Haters blue ink cans
They say life's a bitch it made me rich
So I say yes ma'am

(Verse One: L. Cole)
Breaking down the walls of race
I'm a crazy motherfucker and there ain't no space
For somebody like me that's what they say
But I got a good feeling that it's based on envy
Look right at me spit your smoke
I can make a real quote unquote G choke
Poppin off the flow that make a yolo bitch croak
I got a tech n9ne throat spitting fire like tech n9ne
Wrote a little something for the audibly blind
Who think I'm ahead of my time
I write cutthroat every track I go for broke
And I've been known to cut some throats
Don't fuck with the shit that features cole
Cause your new kinda flow's like three weeks old
I been innovating since '93
Ain't nobody finna' get the best of me
This be the scene
Got a little ol' white kid dreaming those big MC dreams
But if you look past what spike lee sees
Maybe you'd see more than my skin you'd see
Motor city made smokey mountain fame
Alabama made me believe l cole is reality
The proof's in the pudding bet its real hard to swallow
Made your mental walls fall made you pray that tomorrow
I'd be gone just another fad made by the industry
The industry is dead because of me