I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head
I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head
I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head
I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head

You can try to squirm your way into life but I’ll fucking kill you cockroaches
I’ll spike you with a fork and keep you there
Then I’ll step on you till I hear the cracking sound
leggo leggo

I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head
I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head

I’m on combat
Your crew, squad, clique, whatever
I’ll kill them all like Al Capone

I’m on top of your head, everyone says I’m awesome
I write and compose, I fly on the stage
How am I so good? I’ll humbly say
Hehehe, I’m just really fucking good yo

Don’t like it even when I speak formally to you? I don’t give a damn
Fuck ya feeling, fuck ya people haha
I’m the chief, you’re the minion, you’re so good at wiping, you’re like a bidet
I’m on top, you’re on the bottom, like EXID, lululala

You ask why I didn’t diss?
Don’t ask, you don’t know me
I’ll just say the name (B-Free)
Congrats on winning the prize

You’re always underneath me

I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head
I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head
I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head
I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head

You can try to squirm your way into life but I’ll fucking kill you cockroaches
I’ll spike you with a fork and keep you there
Then I’ll step on you till I hear the cracking sound
leggo leggo

I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head
I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head

I’m on combat
Your crew, squad, clique, whatever
I’ll kill them all like Al Capone

In four months, I’ll show and prove, I’m still not done
But now I’m young and baby face
Yeah, it’s a blessing, my dad’s got connections but you can’t ignore my nosebleeds
Why do I have to give up because of you? When you shit on me with your keyboard
That makes me stronger, Kanye West

Foolish bastards use my name, just to vent their anger
Foolish bastards, I was born with everything, call me GREE
My popularity and fame, my connections and surroundings
Wanna change my fate? I’m the master of your dreams

I’m on top of your head, I won’t suck on something rotten
Instead of being jealous of me, just go on your way (on fleek)
You and I, there’s one thing different
That the whole nation knows San E and GREE

I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head
I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head
I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head
I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head

You can try to squirm your way into life but I’ll fucking kill you cockroaches
I’ll spike you with a fork and keep you there
Then I’ll step on you till I hear the cracking sound
leggo leggo

I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head
I’m on top of your head, I’m on top of your head

I’m on combat
Your crew, squad, clique, whatever
I’ll kill them all like Al Capone