[Lloyd I just touched down, Ferrari to I ain't even home and they 're talking me out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b! You rappers don 't know me Nah I ain't your homie If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my wheel My my Rolly My my forty South shawty losses I took in the gut yo the work 's still here, I'm just cooking it up my mind, you whippin ' the truck load my Pop dead, but he through his son though if rap work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow I'm back like over the drumroll You know, I go the gun go [Akon - Chorus] We on the grind (hey) all the (hey) bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I a nine, you see the shine I might just let your ass this time While I get paper, paper I get this paper, paper Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't need of y 'all) Ghetto celebrity (Keep your awards) I'm a celebrity (Take fake smile off) Ghetto nothing changed nigger [Lloyd Banks] The media will ya, popularity is pressure Porche hammer through the wreck the up, I'm too tough that inner city step your up, they bruised up I'll sparkle for the camera reality 's what (?) holding them back from opening verbal attack all over these niggas, push the herd to the I'm the kind that they pray on, spending half of day on lay on, for days, just shots spray on my sound system and in pound Tupac 6-4 jumping the ground too hot
they spot me, they chase a nigga down two two shots in the air for niggas aint here two tone, two door, grey top, floor guap galore, in and out of new hall that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati [Chorus] [Eminem] there are enough insults in my to up a swear jar and have it so dont get me going, don't dare start you 'll see me again, Amelia Earhart I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a really unfair I'm past for me, guess I just be grounded up like round or a pound of chuck wound as fuck till the fire marshalls come marshall 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 probably sound like calling a a hoe, or asking a gal to suck and blowing dick cock is she up to and down to fuck it's a World and I'm trapped in a land of smut with a sluts wrapped with muzzles running a house of muts 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 ever since I became a trailer park celebrity maybe my complexion became a little 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 tape and a stapler so bitch you better look for table to scrape her I subscribe to the news or the free press but homie I get the paper!