[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)....