[Watts]   its goin down, repesentin H-Town make sure you pick up the Southern Classic   Get Ya Mind Correct Swishahouse player, N Paid in Full      [Paul Wall]   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      [Chorus: Chamillionaire singing]   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