[Verse 1: Alex Ruffin]

I'm not cocky but I know who I'm better then

If Rap was High School i'd be the jock with the Lettermen

And that's only cause Hip Hop is a sport to me

Scratch that that's my life nigga fortunately

I make real shit while they sound like porch monkeys

If victory taste sweet I was born a smore junkie

I can do anything that I set my mind too, Times two

I spoke to god she said that i'll assign you

With a talent, you deserve it

You got a way with your words and I noticed that you been hurtin'

I put you through everything for a reason

It was a test and honestly I find myself pleased with

The results, you got heart, got brains, got a voice your music is Mozart

To these people nowadays but they don't notice the art

When you were born I gave you the gift of a golden heart

(Hook: And thats the same reason why I ask do they listen when I leak it from my cheeks up in the lab, do they listen when I leak it from my cheeks up in the lab, do they listen when I leak it from my cheeks up in the lab(2x)