[Lloyd I just touched down, Ferrari to I ain't even home and they 're talking me fuck out my ear if you 'bout freedom nigger Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b! You rappers don 't know me Nah I your homie If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my wheel My my Rolly My my forty South shawty these I took in the gut yo the work 's still here, I'm cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin ' the load my Pop dead, but he through his son though if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe Still eating lobster and in the Bungalow I'm back crack over the drumroll You know, wherever I go the gun go [Akon - We on the (hey) all the time (hey) ain't bout to let a nigga come and snatch I a nine, you see the shine I might just let ass slide this time While I get this paper, While I get this paper, Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't need of y 'all) Ghetto celebrity (Keep punk-ass awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake off) Ghetto aint nothing nigger [Lloyd Banks] The will test ya, popularity is pressure Panamera platinum through the wreck the booth up, I'm too that city grammer step your jewels up, they up I'll sparkle for the camera harsh 's what (?) holding them back from opening verbal attack all over these niggas, push the to the back I'm the kind they pray on, spending half of their day on lay on, niggas for days, shots spray on my system knock and in pound Tupac 6-4 jumping like the too hot
they spot me, chase a nigga down two blocks two in the air for niggas that aint here two tone, two door, grey top, roof green galore, in and out of new hall that bright light you saw, was a flash I'm tryna snap a through your Maserati glass [Chorus] [Eminem] there are insults in my head to fill up a jar and have it overflowing so dont get me going, don't start you 'll never see me again, Earhart I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a unfair start I'm grinding for me, guess I just be grounded up like ground round or a pound of tightly wound as the fire marshalls come shut Fire ground 'em up I guess you should just shut the fuck up and stop fucking and duck I aint playing this time, I told you I 'm not down for blunts to say I keep it 100 would sound redundant like calling a bitch a hoe, or a gal to suck and blowing dick cock is she up to scew and to fuck it's a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of with a thousand sluts wrapped muzzles running through a house of otherwords I'm shutting up one of you bitches mouth 's up and I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt and aint shit changed, my shit still dont stink my farts may have become staler ever since I became a trailer celebrity maybe my complexion a little paler poster child for white trash, I'm a garbage pale kid sailor yeah, see me up all in your bitch means I 'ma rape her, all I got for these hoes is dick duck tape and a stapler so bitch you better look for to scrape her I don't subscribe to the news or the press but homie I get the paper!