I walked on stage mind stuck in awkward phases
Locked on faces wishin words would hop off pages
I quit hearin the slick lyrics my, tongue tied
I'm sick here and my wit's nearing the finish line
Hoes is on my dick my consciousness is fading
Flow is non-descript it's obvious they hatin
But it's time to shine my grinds in prime rotation
Defy the lies and ride with blind notation
I'll hold it down, make Hova proud, and drop
It's over now I'll you round the block
Cuz this is my nature and no I don't hate ya
Flows you won't tast cuz hoes they won't chase ya
Wrote it on paper no I'm blowin on stage cuz
I know that y'all fakers I'm goin out major
Then I threw the mic in the air for effect........ Luckily the host caught it cuz I woulda probably had to pay that out of my $400 winnings

