As I turn on the radio I get nauseas
Annoyin' commercial garbage
I make sure to turn it off quick
Fake hit, pullin' tricks, actin like they sick
I'll slap 'em with they own vinyl
There goes the greatest HIT
Like a toilet bowl, most rappers gettin shitted on
Like a competitor, I'm always gettin spitted on..
(Now my mind wonders, just spat a couple lines, ready for a lil more)
As I sit here and spit, conscious of what popped off
Lil' homey Greg ain't been 3 hours got popped with the sawed off
Just another day another friend to soon bury
Hope all of 'em don't die, 'cause there sure ain't many
Some people smile in my face, knowin' they ain't no friend of me
So I ride on 'em and don't speak deliberatly
When I get in the zone somethin' just hits me
So it's like I'm gifted these words flow out freely
As I drop to my knees and ask the Lord for forgiveness
I done did plenty wrong, a bitch tryin' to feel this
I've dont cheated death twice, I may got a kat
But I don't think that bitches got 9 lives
I may be a white girl, but I stay on the grind
Do I look suspicious? What's by my back hind?
I keep a stright mind game, gotta try harder now
Gettin harder to breathe, but I'm gaspin for air, how?