作曲 : Rodgers, Thompson
I'm still in it homie, yeah 
I ain't never left 
A couple more problems under my belt, got me pacin my steps 
This year alone enough to feel like my life ain't the same 
Everybody watchin cause these haters keep callin my name 
I thought it'd get greater when it come to fame 
But all this roachin shit they put me thru'll have you smokin ya life away mayne 
Still I don't blow at all - 
I choose to maintain 
Cause whether 
I get high or not, my stress gon'be the same thing 
Lord knows it ain't easy bein me, it ain't easy keepin it 
G Knowin less then a day from now you ain't promised to see 
I never light or roll it up, cause 
I can fight the pressure 
Feelin'I was next watchin my brother 
H.A.W.K.lay on the stretcher 
They same 
I'm crazy cause 
I never let my strain out 
Everything stuck in my brain, done made it hard to take the stain out 
Shit I do a song to take the pain out 
And if I wasn't me 
I'd probably get a sack and try to blow my brains out [Chorus: Trae + Fat Pat] 
Lord knows if 
I couldn't maintain 
And I wasn't use to goin head up with pain 
Then I'd probably be gettin high 
If they ain't never introduce me to fame 
Or send my ass to live my life in the rain 
Then I'd probably be gettin high 
Stress got a nigga sittin low 
And if I ain't know what 
I was livin fo' 
Homie I'd probably be gettin high 
Lord knows 
I'd probably be gettin high [Verse 2: Trae] 
I'm in my zone now, everything feel wrong now 
For the first time in a long time 
I'm on my own now 
My life gon'always be realer then most of these folks 
They never understand what 
I be watchin inside of these locs 
It's hard to determine why people around ya 
Knowin the real reason they come around, ain't for love or to kick it around ya 
I take it slow and live it one day at a time 
And blow my thoughts out with this pen, instead of dro to ease a nigga mind 
That ain't no knock on gettin high homie 
But I choose to live my life and kick it sober, checkin niggas who get fly homie 
I watch my surroundings like my surroundings watchin me 
Stayin fo'steps ahead of e'm, and drop e'm if they blockin me 
Yeah it ain't easy but 
I'm known to hold it down 
I seen my partna 
Shy brother leave home and he still ain't been found 
It's been two years but still we fight to never lay it down 
And pray he don't get caught, or have to put his people underground [Chorus: Trae + Fat Pat] 
Lord knows if 
I couldn't maintain 
And I wasn't use to goin head up with pain 
Then I'd probably be gettin high 
If they ain't never introduce me to fame 
Or send my ass to live my life in the rain 
Then I'd probably be gettin high 
Stress got a nigga sittin low 
And if I ain't know what 
I was livin fo' 
Homie I'd probably be gettin high 
Lord knows 
I'd probably be gettin high