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What do you think people see When they look at you? Look, you see our gold chains And our flashy cars I see a lack of self-worth And I see battle scars He has to be with twenty man When he wears jewelry And you see it as gangsta, I see it as it as insecurity Where I'm from, everybody Wants to make it out But nobody wants to see Somebody make it out It ain't about who came around But more about who stayed around Behind the scenes They say that God gave us eyes to see You see the video vixens and all their pearly whites But you don't see the dirty nights Long days and early flights You see the deals and think All these rappers laughin' now But you don't get that if we Weren't already, we're a target now You see all the groupie girls And think they're Heaven-sent I see twenty-five minutes worth of empty sex To tell a lie It wasn't my intention to objectify But I can testify, I seen some Shit you couldn't rectify You see this industry where Everybody came up I see a bag of weird rappers And some fake love Fake handshakes and Fake spuds with fake comments Where everybody covers Costs but never pays homage The scene turned on me, People tryna ruin me Where most would see a problem, I'm seein' an opportunity To drop a freestyle and kill Them niggas that were booing me I made my haters watch and Put the screw inside of scrutiny Beautifully Also, if I am attendin', security is Comin' first like I was tryna shop at duty-free Where the fuck's the unity? Where I come from, there's no class, forget truancy We have got nowt in common Them niggas see a molehill And make a mountain from it See see a Cuban and a whip, I see a house deposit How to stop it? Niggas saw keys and went to trial for shottin' I saw keys, learned to play And made thousands from it You see the club poppin' When we do the show But you don't see the studio My life is not a movie, bro Champagne bottles and all the screaming girls It's ironic how you'll never Hear a scream for help Fuckin' hell Why d'you think we're goin' Through the same thing? Depression when you make it The pressure and the hatred Your people talk about you, You can't say shit The moment that you ain't it, The labels are lookin' for replacements Same shit People start forgettin' What you've done for them Everyone in music's gonna Take until there's nothin' left Your fans are switchin' up on you And they don't know how tough it gets Readin' through your old comments Tryna feel some love again I see karma go to work But God schemes harder I heard success come quickly but it leaves faster Secrets are what my enemies have been after Only Ls I'm hidin' in my closet have a V after So, looking at it from another perspective Playing Devil's advocate Considering you know you're Obviously becoming famous So to speak But you still deal with A lot of issues on a human level Do you ever just sit and wonder About the stories behind the People you meet day by day? Does that make you feel grateful in a weird way For you life and problems?