Yeah
You know, I’ve been around for a while now
Not sure if I have much left to prove
Yeah I do, haha

I look at me now, I’m thinkin, “Damn”
How proud of me I am
What I did is nothin’ to sneeze at
Even if your allergies are bad
I’m up in a balcony in France
I look around, I see the fans
How they surround me in the stands
Probably could drown in a sea of hands
They’re hollerin’, “Shady” (“Shady”)
Yelling it out to me and that’s what I mean when I say
That one day someway, somehow, if I get the chance to get a crowd
I’d flip it around and have a crowd give me the chants
(I’ve done it all, man)
But in actuality, I haven’t, yet

Where am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey
Really I have no idea (All)
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)
I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin’ been (My only question is)
Where am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey
Really I have no idea (All I know is, all)
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)
I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin’ been

Got no time for no haters in this bitch
Or toleration for this shit
But like medication, my dedication
And the time it takes to do this shit
Reminds me of how an overcrowded hospital waiting room’ll get
What I mean is maybe I have more patience (patients) than I’m able to admit
Yeah, but I’m still mentally stable as a three-legged table in this bitch
Fame was a switch, but I was grateful to trade this shit for the trailer with a hitch
That it would make me a raving lunatic
But I made it through my situation, I hit pay dirt
Now I get paper like a stapler in this bitch
But just ’cause I made a little bit of change
Don’t mean I’ve changed a little bit
Brain full of wit, dangerous, can’t extinguish this English language when it’s lit
And I’m just berating you with it, it’s Shady ’til I’m eighty-two
I’ll spit this crazy, even Dre, he knows (nose) I’ma blow
Better get the handkerchief again, haha

Where am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey
Really I have no idea (All)
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)
I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin’ been (Know I talk about this shit a lot, my only question is)
Where am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey
Really I have no idea (All I know is, all)
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)
I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin’ been

Oh, now what am I gonna do?
Can’t nothing hold me, I’m on the loose
Born a winner, damn, it’s so hard to lose
I can do it even when I’m tryin’ to
When my record flops, it still go through the roof
This atmosphere’s for a chosen few
Who was on they grind makin’ money moves
And you ain’t gon’ get there if you watered-down
You gotta take shots with a hundred proof (Check it out)

Been in survival mode
Since a five year old, it was I alone
Since my trike was stole, spiral notebook and microphone
But lookin’ back how bad it was then
If it hadn’t been for the pad and the pen
Addict mom and deadbeat dad
I wouldn’t have had the savage within havin’ to win
Every single battle I’m in
All I ever wanted was to be an emcee
Tediously I wrote obediently, believing in me
EPMD must’ve had teachin’ degrees
Learned to defeat enemies with the ink, thinkin’ of these rhymes
Would be as Eazy as E
And graffiti would be like remedial readin’ to me (Yeah)
‘Til my last breath leaves my lungs
I’ma beat my drum (Yeah) for the streets I’m from (Yeah)
The East side slums (Yeah), gotta remind ’em (Yeah)
I’ll take a foe out (Yeah), like fee-fi-fum
You see my finger (What?), you see my thumb (What?)
You see my fist, fuck a peace pipe, I’m (What?)
Here for the smoke but it’s not the weed I want (What?)
With this beat I brung for the beef I’ve come (Woo)
But you better bring it if you wanna reply from
‘Cause for you to be lyrically inclined, it’d be a steep climb up
That’ll be an uphill battle
But I’m up like your feet in a recliner
And I think I’m about to go out on a limb like a tree climber
Time to push my ceiling higher ’cause

Where am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey
Really I have no idea (All)
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)
I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin’ been (For the last time, my only question is)
Where am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey
Really I have no idea (All I know is, all)
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)
I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin’ been (Damn)