From a life of set backs to a jack pot
I spent my life in them flats
Tryin’ to extract
I spent nights in the [bad word] tryin’ to get that
And like the boy adapts, no regrets from
My reflection in the mirror
Is my perception of a winner
My redemption to begin a resurrection of the sinner
Of walking through the corridor, troubled force
I’m married to my problems I should well divorce
I’m talking to my conscience like I wanted more
And I can’t ignore the fact that I’m well informed
But I can’t afford to slack or [bad word] 
To be the best on every track is what [bad word] for
If I believe that I can, then I must for sure
And make something out of nothing being bloody poor
I’m unstoppable, and on top of all
Had to made through the rain and a thunderstorm
I’ve been training for this day since I learned to walk
And I should pick myself up, if I’m traded for
I’m breaking out
 [bad word] 
I’d win the fight
Got [bad word]  running for the crown
And I roc here roc for life
Aim for the skies
Wanna make you mine
 [bad word]  running for the crown
And I roc here roc for life
Wale:
Concrete, throws me only consciously
But most of ‘em just talking we’ll be bouncing on your …
This is all C, MMC lota Cs
Black billionaires, neither one my [bad word] got the greeds
Mister caught up or Mister Robinson know my position
Probably cause this for …
I can pick up the parties
And I went to college my partners was fiscal problems
Dropped out and now I’m getting dollars like at God [bad word] Harvard
And it tells you I will make it, now forever ṗowerful
But you niggas couldn’t play the foe, or the five
Yeah, roc boys [bad word] side
I’m breaking out
 [bad word] 
I’d win the fight
Got [bad word]  running for the crown
And I roc here roc for life
Aim for the skies
Wanna make you mine
 [bad word]  running for the crown
And I roc here roc for life