[Intro]
You can see Green Lantern is invading the airwaves
He's invading the airwaves. Turn up the radio, turn up your radio
[Hook]
I'm grindin' till I'm tired
Cause you ain't grindin' until you die
That's way I'm grindin', that's why
I'm losin' my mind, I spit through the day to get through the night
Good lord I'm the shit, you niggas know I'm lethal
I'm just wonderin' why you won't admit that I'm nice
What the fuck you niggas tryna do tonight?
Motherfucker I'm nice
[Verse One]
I don't need no ovation, MC with no patience
Diddy called me to write it when he needed rotation
Went to his location, wrote it for no pay then
Gave him my CD, while the streets was pulsatin'
I guess my luck passed, yup, cause Puff passed
Puff passed on me like the weed rotatin'
No hatin', he must be eatin' way too much cheesecake
If he think he can see an MC from his team take me
That ain't a diss though, it's just so frustratin'
Makes you wanna go and shoot up stations
Smack a DJ I don't like for nothin' basically
If I should die tonight I done been to enough places
Play some motherfuckin' Nas you bitch
Quit ridin' dick, worryin' about Plies and Trick
He's just nice, Jesus Christ
But this is God you get, my new name should be Allah Who Spit
My vibe is sick, my CD in your car, bitch you ridin' with
More hot shit in it then Robbers Get, lava, saliva
I'm prob-ally in L.A. gettin' into some head like a Dodger's fit
We oppo-site, let's be Frank like Sinatra
Shit, I'm the illest nigga out this bitch
I'll empty every bullet out this clip, don't doubt this
I'm on fire nigga, who gonna douse this?
You can see Green Lantern is invading the airwaves
He's invading the airwaves. Turn up the radio, turn up your radio
[Hook]
I'm grindin' till I'm tired
Cause you ain't grindin' until you die
That's way I'm grindin', that's why
I'm losin' my mind, I spit through the day to get through the night
Good lord I'm the shit, you niggas know I'm lethal
I'm just wonderin' why you won't admit that I'm nice
What the fuck you niggas tryna do tonight?
Motherfucker I'm nice
[Verse One]
I don't need no ovation, MC with no patience
Diddy called me to write it when he needed rotation
Went to his location, wrote it for no pay then
Gave him my CD, while the streets was pulsatin'
I guess my luck passed, yup, cause Puff passed
Puff passed on me like the weed rotatin'
No hatin', he must be eatin' way too much cheesecake
If he think he can see an MC from his team take me
That ain't a diss though, it's just so frustratin'
Makes you wanna go and shoot up stations
Smack a DJ I don't like for nothin' basically
If I should die tonight I done been to enough places
Play some motherfuckin' Nas you bitch
Quit ridin' dick, worryin' about Plies and Trick
He's just nice, Jesus Christ
But this is God you get, my new name should be Allah Who Spit
My vibe is sick, my CD in your car, bitch you ridin' with
More hot shit in it then Robbers Get, lava, saliva
I'm prob-ally in L.A. gettin' into some head like a Dodger's fit
We oppo-site, let's be Frank like Sinatra
Shit, I'm the illest nigga out this bitch
I'll empty every bullet out this clip, don't doubt this
I'm on fire nigga, who gonna douse this?
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