In the sixth grade, the talent show said I was a beast outta cage.I wouldve’ won but got disqualified for jumping off the stage.

but i ain’t care cause my raps started to open their arms while i was at Baker doing fractions an puling fire alarms so i could get some recognition be a name on my block.

Mrs. William’s told me keep going she ain’t want me to stop but that was back when T.I. was a human beat-box we went to school did math and watched out for street cops.

Now I’m known around town as that girl that raps from the quadrants that made high to these Velcro straps, see I’m still written my raps perfecting the crowds but some didn’t believe me they giggle an laugh but by the age of 18 I’m destined to make it my bank account reads J-Rock-Jhmeil Inc