Uh! nikka see me when you see me shyt I'm always seen
Off to Queens, magazines, pissy hallway scenes
Payin crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams
fukk bein humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams
Drugs for the livin Henny pavement for the body
Crosses for the power ghetto bytches for the swally
On another level
You ain't lying breh
The media will test ya, popularity is pressure
Porsche Panamera
platinum hammer through the metal
wreck a booth up, I'm too tough
that inner city grammer
step your jewels up, they bruised up
I'll sparkle for the camera
harsh reality's what's closing & hold em back from opening a
verbal attack all over these nikkas, push the herd to the back
I'm the kind that they pray on, spending half of their day on
lay on, nikkas for days, til shots spray on
my sound system knocking & it pound 2Pac
6-4 jumping like the ground too hot
they spot me, they chase a nikka down two blocks
two shots in the air for nikkas that aint here
two tone, two door, grey top, blue floor
green guap galore, in and out a new whore
that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash
Try'na snap a picture through your Maserati glass