[Verse 1: Nina Macc]
You know I never really thought that it could be like this
When I was in my CC bag stuffing funds from a trick
I never thought that I could have a microphone as a lick
Until I wrote my first rhyme and that bit was on hit
Now I got a whole album Memoirs of a b*tch
But hey don't forget the Boss when you be saying that sh*t
My opposition will get tossed like I was throwing a pitch
And if you tell go to hell cause I don't f*ck with a snitch
They say Nina Macc you coming with some more songs girl
I said yep I got some sh*t about to rock your world
See I be in my Bat Cave chilling in some Jean Yu
Waiting on that phone call, n*gga I don't mean you
I got one responsibility so I don't need two
I'm eating wack emcees for lunch so I don't need food
My flow more modern, these hoes I don't bother
I do it for the pretty girls who don't know they father
[Chorus: Nina Macc]
And when you looking at my life, yep still winning
b*tch I don't know what you was thinking cause I'm known to get it
Ain't nothing ever came from laying back and bullsh*tting
Except a gang of bruises and a whole lot of cash missing
And when they look up on my page, ha still winning
The Forgiatos on this motherf*cker still spinning
The sun gleaming off my skin yep still glisten
It's Westside middle fingers here still twisting
[Verse 2: Nina Macc]
I ain't stressing, I move like a President
Got half my money now I'm going for the rest of it
See me in these Chucks cause I do it for the west of it
Best of chicks and of course I do it for the Mexicans
And I ain't trying to rest again
On my Makaveli 7 days I got to turn this in
Fingertips warming from this heat I probably burnt my pen
Issue out a warning to these geeks, ain't trying to be your friend
EMG's face card
Kinda like Viagra cause my compositions stay hard
Flows like Niagra and I write them in my backyard
Use up all the pages and start writing on the back part
Yo I'm in a different mind frame
Trying to get these duckets I ain't f*cking with your mind games
Really stop talking and just give your ass some sign lang
Or snap on a sucker like I lost my damn mind mane
[Chorus: Nina Macc]
And when you looking at my life, yep still winning
b*tch I don't know what you was thinking cause I'm known to get it
Ain't nothing ever came from laying back and bullsh*tting
Except a gang of bruises and a whole lot of cash missing
And when they look up on my page, ha still winning
The Forgiatos on this motherf*cker still spinning
The sun gleaming off my skin yep still glisten
It's Westside middle fingers here still twisting