Got in a fight yesterday,
Fight me again...I won't play,
Went to sleep that night,
Wishin' I won the fight,
Woke up achin,
I'm wakin to the smell of bacon,
Must be mistaken,
Maybe she tryin' to be sympathetic,
Or maybe she realizes I'm just pathetic,
This first verse,
Tryin' not to curse,
But I'm goin bazzerk,
Lookin at the jerk,
Who always gives me a smirk.
Saw the dude downtown,
I glanced over and noticed a frown,
Seemed he was lurkin,
Guess he was workin,
Never knew so many people,
People just like me, at the steeple,
I said God, Why can't I write?
I may be white, but my flowz is tiight.
Interrupted by what he was sayin,
By that dude with a gun that's sprayin,
Best believe now I'm prayin,
No way in hell am I stayin,
I got the fuk outta there, walkin down the block,
Crazy faggot had a glock,
Started to run,
Went to my car for my gun,
Gun was gone and missing,
So I went for the next best thing,
Pulled out a fat sack of dank,
Showed it to him and said "What do you think?"
I guess the dude liked smokin'
We was tokin' and by the end we were jokin'
And that's,,, how the story goes,
Outta my way....smokin these dros.