thoughts in my head wishin I was dead Lord I will not beg can not surrender check my splendor number one contender get out of my life i suspend ya sell your soul I intend ta I must amend ya I just offend ya at life's end ready to ascend u can not apprehend mum would beat me dad would leave me girl would cheat life didnt beat me ain't no weak g have a little peaksee I'm on seven like a week be I'm on grime like the streets be u cannot defeat me I'm on four points like a seat be I get freaky, kill mics freely then I get sleepy, wake up dreamy on top like a beanie hometown like meanie showdown u better slowdown she ready to go down I'm ready to gown the crown pounds for the sounds