[Verse1]
Hey you!
Lemme test yo dreams
Living off of getting every breath on beat
Who the best gone be?
Everybody'd better put their checks on me. ( $)
In the first 8 minutes I was making millions of birthday wishes (yeah I was)
They be like "Do your words take livings?"
Yeah I make a verse but a hearse came with it. (skirrrttt)
Like the dude with the same name, build an ark Noah Starks really ain't change
Hate rap so he never coulda maintained the stuff foolnews has make a game change
And the versatility is gonna drain fame front he lames who'll claim that they make rain
Step back on the track I'm a freight train
"Yap yap look at me how my chain hang."
I just wanna make change, make em reconsider if they wanna gang bang
Grabbin Ebonics and phonics and makin every little single word bang bang
But I stack em for it, ain't nobody out here really askin for it if they do
Then I'm prolly gonna act abhorrent and you don't want that I have practiced for it, boy
You can skip it, but listen to
Snippets and if there's a sentence you like
Then go back and listen and know that I went from a pen
To a mic
And then I get asked, end of the cla**
"What happens when you die?"
I am not sure, nothing for certain but....
This paradise
{Chorus:}
We are standing on paradise
All I ask is you just look down
Yeah we're on paradise
All I ask is you just look down(x2)
[Verse 2]
They be like fool, bro you should probably go drop a mixtape
Tonight
I've heard it so much and they're searchin' me up I tell friends
That I might
I could be cryin-- know that livin and happy with life
My parent's just split but I'm glad for my mom
(ehhh that's risky)
Cuz now we can fly
If you ain't on my page got the wrong story, nonstop off topic of
Cop warnings gone wrong , clock stop and I'm not storing
Wake up, God talk but he not foreign
You got a Hollywood house what you bought for it?
Maybe 25 souls and a Ralph Lauren
And I'm almost done like a soph*more is explanation for leaving?
"It got boring."
And I can't say yay, cuz I'm not done giving every single lecture
That pac was giving
Except POVed from a small dumb kid and foolishly too, with
A shotgun mimic. (bow bow)
On the web like I'm Peter
And getting caught up in it cuz I'm moving way too eager
Getting sneak dissed I don't pay attention either
All I do is sick stuff-- like I've got a fever
Think of the fact that your dreams are imagined and then come to life
Contradictions are blessings, man you gone see that I'm right
But then I get asked, end of the cla**
"What happens when you die?"
I am not sure, nothin's for certain but one thing's for certain
This paradise
{Chorus}
...let me climb for a second (x8)....