" nikka I ain't shyt, I just know how to rhyme a little bit
nikka please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit
Now I got a little dough, but it ain't that much mo
Than any other nikka I know
We all still poor
I don't sell dope (what you doin?)
I sell hope
You wanna size me up my nikka then wear a scope
Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V
I ain't got no fear, my nikka I was born & raised right here
Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary
I got that thang with me cause it's necessary
shyt, I was just ridin
Wasn't even thinking'bout collidin
But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights
I'd done prepared myself to die if it's my time to go
He said "you know what it is, you done seen it before"
This sad, of course I'mma be mad
Well here you can have it got damnit if you want it that bad
You would try to take from me, my nikka I ain't no star
I value both of our lives more than this car
You lucky nikka, I used to be you
shyt and I'd bust a hole in your chest somebody could see through
Now remember, shyt, you could've died tonight
And I would've been in the right
I ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the house
Cause I ain't ready to die about nothin like this
He-he-he-he-he-he
Everythang cool my nikka, you could just drop me off at the house "
Namsayin?