I might've failed to mention that this chick was creative
Once the man got to her, he altered her native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she's universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs, lookin' rock and dressin' hippie
And on some dumb shyt when she comes to the city
Talkin' 'bout poppin' Glocks, servin' rocks and hittin' switches
Now she's a gangsta rollin' with gangsta bytches
Always smokin' blunts and gettin' drunk
Tellin' me sad stories, now she only fukks with the funk
Stressin' how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I'm committed (girl, he's committed) but so many nikkas hit it
That she's just not the same lettin' all these groupies do her
I see nikkas slammin' her and takin' her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back, hopin' that the shyt stop
'Cause who I'm talkin' about, y'all, is...