| I was having nightmares that I would never reach the finish line | 
| If pain is momentary I would never see the end of mine | 
| 'Til I realized that these bitches can’t touch me | 
| Like I’m a million fucking particles of nothing | 
| Now I walk around like I can’t be knocked down | 
| With everything they said I couldn’t be blocked out | 
| There was a time where I would’ve quit and clocked out | 
| You could’ve stopped back then bitch but not now | 
| 'Cause I know who I am | 
| Finally I’m on to base | 
| I’ll show them, be like everyone else | 
| Realize that it’s not my race | 
| But still uh | 
| Triumph is nothing if it doesn’t come from tragedy | 
| So I’m a keep on running with all of you bitches after me | 
| And I’m a keep becoming it’s nothing you motherfuckers even are | 
| Overload I’ll malfunction you motherfuckers like | 
| I wanted it all | 
| Finally I got my way | 
| I was having problems with my self back then | 
| But now it’s nothing in my way | 
| And they could be yours | 
| If you want it baby make your way | 
| And you can go far | 
| Keep running baby it’s your race, it’s your race | 
| I am not the one tell these bitches don’t test me | 
| 'Cause I can spark off like my last name Leslie | 
| And I can bark off like a motherfucking pet | 
| Even put bitches down like a neddle up a vet sleeve | 
| God damn I kill it off the exhale | 
| Got bars for life I never ever get bail | 
| And I have never once yet failed | 
| Bitches know I get it cracking like egg shells | 
| I remember when I couldn’t call myself real | 
| Couldn’t look up in the mirror and not see myself still | 
| Now I’m nothing that you motherfuckers can feel | 
| People speculating like, nobody’s just that real | 
| Damn I’ve been gone full circle | 
| Jumped over moonstars, cradles and hurdles | 
| You can touch hell and the field won’t hurt you | 
| You go through it all to fulfill your purpose | 
| 'Cause I know who I am | 
| Finally I’m on to base | 
| I’ll show them, be like everyone else | 
| Realize that it’s not my race | 
| But still uh | 
| Triumph is nothing if it doesn’t come from tragedy | 
| So I’m a keep on running with all of you bitches after me | 
| And I’m a keep becoming it’s nothing you motherfuckers even are | 
| Overload I’ll malfunction you motherfuckers like | 
| I wanted it all | 
| Finally I got my way | 
| I was having problems with my self back then | 
| But now it’s nothing in my way | 
| And they could be yours | 
| If you want it baby make your way | 
| And you can go far | 
| Keep running baby it’s your race, it’s your race |