Paul Wall - GYMC Song lyrics

Its goin down
Repesentin H Town make sure you
Pick up the Southern Classic
Get Ya Mind Correct Swishahouse player
N Paid in Full

I'm not the type that likes to think
About the times I was broke
Reminisce on how everybody thought my
Rhymes was a joke
I played if fair while competitors
Were buying their vote
But thats life I ain't crying I cope
They talk about I owe them somethin
But they the ones thats holdin me back
They the same people bringing me down
Thats why anytime I hop up on the
Mic there ain't no holding me back
Watch I show ya'll the meaning of clown
Until I'm under the ground
They won't disrespect or slander my name
It takes more than a strong
Mind to handle the fame
I'm walking one path in this broad
Scandalous game
If you don't have an umbrella
Don't stand in the rain
It gets deep boys losing they
Life cause of their rappin
Get jacked lose their car
Cause of their cappin
Alot of cats exaggerate things
That they lackin
But, I'm real baby ain't no actin
Just real action

Seems Only Times When I'm
Balling Balling Balling Balling
Foreigns, Lacs Are Crawling
Now Hood Rats Are Calling
My Stacks Is Tall and To Them
Baps and Frauds But Hey
Where Was You At The Other Day
Never See Myself
Falling Falling Falling Falling
Picture Me Falling Off from
Rappin Back To Starving no Lacs Or Foreigns
Gucci Hats Or Jordans Hey
I Couln't Ever See The Day ay ay