I complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate Even if it means I'm selling my soul, just to be the undisputed again Do whatever I gotta do just to win Cause I got this motherfucking cloud over my head Crown around it, thorns on it Cracks in it, bet you morons didn't Think I'd be back, did ya? How 'bout that I'm somehow now back to the underground But no matter how loud that I bark, this sport is something I never bow-wow at But I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt Even when you bitches are counting me out, and I appear to be down for the count Only time I ever been out and about is driving around town with my fucking whereabouts in a doubt Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here but I'm not a quitter Gotta get up, give it all I got or give up Spit on, shit on, stepped on, but kept going I'm tryna be headstrong but it feels like I slept on my neck wrong Cause you're moving onto the next, but is the respect gone? Cause someone told me that Don't give me that sob story liar, don't preach to the choir You ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep Nobody ever handed me shit in life, not even a flyer Wouldn't even take shit into consideration Obliterate anyone in the way I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features and try to show out on a track with me But it'd actually have to be a fucking blowout to get me to retire Tell these new artists that Im never die I know shit has changed in this age, fuck a face book page Did it just say I've been upstaged? Why am I online? It's driving me crazy I'm riding shotgun tryna get a gauge On what's hot, but I'm not gonna' conform But as days pass in this shit And opinions sway, I can hear them say If I stay passionate maybe I can stay Jay miraculous Comeback as if I went away But detractors just say so much for the Renegade Someone's gonna make me blow my composure Here I go again, center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage Some want a champion to fall I still wonder why I laugh at 'em, cause why care when I'm awesome? Fuck what these cynics say Just goes to show that when my back's against the wall And I'm under attack again, that I'll act as if I'm posted up With this pent up rage, cause all these plaques in my office On the floor stacked against the door Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again? Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards And trophies just don't mean jack anymore If I'm here today and gone tomorrow And I'm not gonna be