作词 : Mr.Maan
[Hook]
Why me? why why why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust what I see?


Having beef roast, with cold toast
No host, Ain't gotta boast
Blessed with good, no hoes
These rappers, tatted head toes
Era of poppin' drugs, keeping my lungs clean,
ain't nobody who gonna stop me
If I wanted to, I wouldn't have popped it
While I'm grindin', nobody gonna take my cockpit,
Take the mic, imma rock it
Imma be old school, won't say how much is in my pocket 
My girl keepin' my pics in her locket
You might be, But not In bracket
Won't brag shit, its my clean tactic
The fact is, you a rat bitch
You tracked shit, falled in pit
Oh!
How the **** maan is spittin' crank shit
No sympathy I need, world is cold
Don't talk about no feed, 
Playing it better than 50 shade, not a gifted ace, started with a craze
Keepin' 100, dreams I chase
Call me insane, it's an understate
When they tryna pull me, they fail
No hate baby, cannot tame me
Hard to contain me, impossible to frame me
All the dirt you throwin', Makin' me sick
My stuff so natural, no psychic
When I spit so hard, they be sayin' maansick
All I m focused on is to make it,
Man, How can I listen to broke bitches?

[Hook]
Why me? Why why why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust what I see?



I've been Killing beats lately,
My studio be crime scene
They takin' me lightly,
Shawty left me **** it,
They be throwing bullshit
I do fight it, Imma find it
Who's liable, no one was able
What do I say, neither am I stable
Yeah!
There's a fair share of my nightmare
I thought I couldn't make it, now I'm here
Not a single day, goes Without this
They be makin' hits without Content
Man I gotta be writin', or my life is a livin' hell
My game was a hail mary, shit is hard really
They got an easy life like a tale fairy,
Every week I'm psyched up like a noon Friday
Dude who can't even talk properly wanna rap
The only reason he is heard, autotune craft
When they said you can't sing, they were right bro
Your shit not even tight bro, 
You a sprite bro, the shots you took at me was light bro 

Sorrounded by enemies, not even known to me
I don't wanna say that, this shit is payback
snapping like thanos, imma lay back
No need of negativity, just stay back
Pushing the feeling through the music,
Always been a true shit, you was always jealous of it knew it
Tryna get deeper than the coral reef
Imma keep on writing till I barely speak
I be spitting till they get their cold feet
When I shoot my bars, there's no retake,
I'm living for my family, I wanna repay,
Leveled up, neither sad nor guilty
the decision I make 'em right,
Even if I gotta fight, that is fine but-

[Hook]
Why me? why why why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust what I see?