[Verse 1:] They looking at me like I'm supposed to fall My heart keeps saying I'm 'posed to ball But what's underneath when the coast is gone? My table of content, deep as the ocean floor Celebration, let them emotions pour Used to listen to Mos most of all Listening to Jigga wondering why I had odes for y'all It was my back against the wall, no door on my palms Dog, my soul in the snow in the fog Summer nights in the city, we smelled like smog And my mom, who I wish I was held by more Couple times, screamed at me 'till her voice got sore I told her, "and it was whose son who came back, yours?" Showing off at her job, well that made ? She could turn on the TV and say that's hers And the memories placed the rims and they scraped on hers [Hook:] And the sun rises in the morning, morning Haters still picture me falling On the sidelines, talk sh**, guess we balling, balling? sh**'s real, not a performance And the sun rises in the morning, morning Haters still picture me falling On the sidelines, talk sh**, guess we balling, balling? But the sun rises in the morning [Verse 2:] Picture picture me rolling Out the system that's blowing At the bat, gotta treat it like bases is loaded Maintaining my focus I ain't changing for no one Same funnel of smoke Same crew, I ain't with no one I ain't f**ing with, not even if my man know 'em When they come to where I know who staying, know who rolling Deliver the punishment, I'm the one they don't want it with Mentioned in magazines, but all the f**ing publishers They up against the beast, and they wondering When God gone say what n***as see, and he judging them Papa was a rolling stone, so he slung those And it ain't what life is, but right out our front door Go on play it for the kids, blood on the window Little youngin, only six, and he smoking indo Keep your enemies close, cause they can be your friends too You ain't real, you don't even know what real is, fool! [Hook]