Intro Next in Line

Oo ooh let me testify

I bet you a dollar you didn’t know that i

Was capable of spitting such hot fire

Its not what you expected is it well i try

And if you're looking for me let me know

You can find me in streets of Chicago go

Don't you think this track is hotter than your kitchen stove

Welcome to me

I'm Nia next in line this is how it goes

When i wake up i don't grab my makeup i get my pen

And i begin to write for you i cant give you what your use to

Only speak what I've been thru

Maybe that's why they call me truth

I do this for the love

God sent this from above

And gave to me to give to you

So all the ladies and the fellas in the building

Put your hands up in the air if you are feeling me

I came to deliver a part of me its m-u-s-i-c