First of all, let me say hello.
My names nick, i sell blow.
Gotta get that dough, don’t cha know?
Ive been slinging for years, straight up pro.

Just a white boy, walking the streets.
Ain’t no do overs, no repeats.
My flow is sick, my game is tight.
The clip goes click, it feels so right.

I ain’t got shit, to my name.
Gotta get going, gotta claim.
My rightful spot, i light this flame.
Im goin brake this frame, and take this game.

It might just seem a little funny to you.
This ain’t no joke, its a breakthrough.
Its time for me now, my debut.
I’m goin alter your mind, and change your view.

But listen to me spit, cause i ain’t done yet.
I wanna big house, i want a jet.
In my drive way, a pretty red corvette.
A perfect dime peace, a little brunette.

When everything seems, so far away.
I grab another smoke, i grab the ashtray.
I’m like a plane, without a runway.
Its like I’m in the slow lane, on the highway.

Sometimes i lose sight, of things important to me.
Sometimes i just live, so fucking carefree.
Ive been known to come off, a little cocky.
I  still don’t give a fuck, that’s just me.