Verse 1 They zoom in when I breathe wrong Slow-mo every move I make Frame by frame on a Sunday morning Like I owe ‘em no mistakes They don’t see the 5 a.m. grind Or the crib light glowing low They just see a headline waiting For somewhere I slip and fold Comment section full of coaches Everybody got advice Funny how they never sweating When they typing through the night They say fame come with the pressure Like I signed up for the weight But nobody signs a contract To be dissected every day ⸻ Pre-Chorus I ain’t mad—I’m aware That’s the price when you’re rare But don’t confuse my silence For a man who don’t care ⸻ Chorus Still under the microscope Still got eyes on my back They counting every throw They counting every fact If I smile too big If I look too tired If I post one thing They call it fire I ain’t cracking though I learned how to cope Yeah, I’m still under the microscope ⸻ Verse 2 They question my focus Question my growth Question if fatherhood Slowed down my approach They love a comeback story But they love a downfall more They build you up for seasons Just to see you hit the floor I used to read every headline Used to let it get inside Now I read my son a bedtime book And let that noise slide They can debate my ceiling They can doubt my drive But they ain’t living in my house They don’t know my why ⸻ Pre-Chorus Pressure don’t shrink me It sharpens the blade You either bend in the heat Or you get forged in the flame ⸻ Chorus Still under the microscope Still walking that line Between being human And being headline They want perfection They want a show But I ain’t built for approval I’m built to grow Yeah, I see ‘em watching close Still under the microscope ⸻ Bridge If they tear me down tomorrow They won’t take what I built Integrity don’t trend But it outlasts guilt I don’t need applause I don’t need a crown I just need to look in the mirror And not let myself down ⸻ Final Chorus Still under the microscope But I don’t flinch anymore Used to feel like judgment Now it feels like war And I been trained for this Every rumor, every poke Yeah, I’m still that man Even under the microscope ⸻ Outro (Camera shutter sound fades out) Yeah… Let ‘em look.
