[Verse - Zin-Zeta] Growing up, high school was just like a prison Showing up to fight dudes who just might be itchin' To catch their first bodies; Dope-boys in trainin' With magnums and shotties - No overstatement I smacked the wrong "cholo" Homie came back with a boat-load of "lobos", like "Loco, you SOLO?" Why WAS I alone, though? Now that I look back, I was supposed to have met with JoJo You know, though... No show Long story short: Dislocated jaw Popped it back in place on my own like a boss Stayed away from home so my mama wouldn't see She picked up an overnight gig, luckily for me I was back on my G-sh** - the top cat Heathcliff couldn't intimidate me with 2 swat cats; I was THE sh*t And I STILL am flowing I'm sea-sick Beastin' on my own sh** or just re-mixing your weak sh** n***a peep this... I hopped on the 1 train in search of a cheap trick Locked on to one dame, perched up on her seat With her iPod on, with sum'n playing, which made her lovely feet click Was it a rock song, was it country, spoken word, dub-step, a remix of them all? Why was she hyphy? sh** was eating me inside, B My playlist was redundant. Hers seemed so exciting So, I asked her, "what'chu bumpin'?" as I tried to peek down her scoop neck And she answered, "a little something my best friend sent me call 'Roof Deck'." "Now don't look at me like some chap who's just plain nosey But who put you on?" "Oh, my catty friend named, Josie" "WHAT?! Now, isn't that sh** dope?" "No." "Ahh, f** you, f** me and f** this song; I'm ghost."