verse 1 from "trying to b"

[tjb]

look at me, just look at me
never beat, punch you out like snookie, see
never defeat, lunch on you like a cookie, B
only victory, if i leave, you niggas 'ill start missin me
no worries, dont stop till i finish my mission
cooking the hottest track, put me on the map, an outta this kitchen
beats created bangin on the table, recording in bathrooms
meanwhile teacher telling me im able, but sorta not in the classroom
i always knew, thats not what i was meant to do
out of the womb an yet i wanted the riches so soon
greed took over me,sorta like a fucking monsoon
did evil deeds, life gettin crazy, like animated cartooons
what else is new, this seems to be the same old truth
went from the lame old coupe to the age old booth
sipping on life like chicken noodle soup
a cone full of gold an i need two scoops