When They See Me - Markofthe9

They just see how I'm livin' They don't really know how I be feelin', nah They just see how I'm livin' They don't know how I be feelin' K-Swiss on my feet and I just wanted some Foamposites Dreamin' 'bout them suburbs from the projects Late night schemin', tryna make a profit I know they gon' hate when that black card get in my wallet K-Swiss on my feet and I just wanted some Foamposites Dreamin' 'bout them suburbs from the projects Late night schemin', tryna make a profit I know they gon' hate when that black card get in my wallet I gotta go hard on these instruments just to get these benjamins Leeky next door to my cell, we was talkin' through a vent He told me it's FNF, so it ain't no new friends Once I make it to the top mama gon' get that new Benz These niggas be bitch made, I guess that shit a new trend Me and you are not the same so quit that comparison He livin' a fairy tale, like them Odd Parents Free my nigga NaNa, he was trappin' out the Heritage I put money over bitches 'cause these gon' kiss and tell Feelin' just like Lucci, all them haters they gon' wish me well I'ma try my luck and throw a penny in the wishing well Paper chasing, did my calculation on a digi' scale Looked my auntie in her eyes, I told her I would never fail Looked my brother in his eyes, I told him I would never tell Free my niggas Juan and Icy, I know they forever real Gotta stay solid, it's from the projects to that jail cell K-Swiss on my feet and I just wanted some Foamposites Dreamin' 'bout them suburbs from the projects Late night schemin', tryna make a profit I know they gon' hate when that black card get in my wallet K-Swiss on my feet and I just wanted some Foamposites Dreamin' 'bout them suburbs from the projects Late night schemin', tryna make a profit I know they gon' hate when that black card get in my wallet How the fuck you changed homie, you changed homie You was in it for the fame homie, the fame only I was locked up in them chains on me, you switched lanes on me Now my body filled with pain on me How the fuck you changed homie, you changed homie You was in it for the fame homie, the fame only I was locked up in them chains on me, you switched lanes on me Now my body filled with pain on me How the fuck you changed up? Look what the fuck a nigga came from I stuffed that dirty Curry in my bankroll You told me if I keep it G that you gon' keep it gangster Every day I'm strapped down, Walker Texas Ranger These niggas fake, I thought that we was A-1 Smile in your face but they ain't really your day one Hoodie on, head down, I'm feelin' just like Trayvon Magazine that's in my clip, no Avon I just want a mil in my face, hope I get a record deal off this tape