[Lloyd I just touched down, Ferrari to I ain't home and they 're talking about me out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom nigger Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b! You rappers don 't know me Nah I ain't homie If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my wheel My Bentley my My my forty South shawty these I took in the gut yo the work 's still here, I'm just it up slow my mind, you whippin ' the truck load my Pop dead, but he live his son though if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on hoe Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow I'm like crack over the drumroll You know, wherever I go the gun go - Chorus] We on the grind (hey) all the (hey) ain't bout to let a nigga come and mine I keep a nine, you see the I might just let ass slide this time While I get paper, paper While I get paper, paper Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't need none of y 'all) Ghetto (Keep punk-ass awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake off) Ghetto aint nothing changed [Lloyd Banks] The media test ya, popularity is pressure Panamera platinum through the wreck the booth up, I'm too inner city grammer step your up, they bruised up I'll for the camera harsh reality 's what (?) holding them back from opening verbal attack all over these niggas, the herd to the back I'm the that 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, they chase a down two blocks two shots in the air for niggas aint here two tone, two door, grey top, roof green guap galore, in and out of new that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi I'm tryna snap a picture through your glass [Chorus] [Eminem] there are insults in my head to up a swear jar and have it overflowing so dont get me going, don't dare you 'll never see me again, Earhart I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a really unfair I'm past grinding for me, guess I just be up like round or a pound of chuck wound as fuck till the fire come shut Fire marshall 'em up I guess you should just shut the fuck up and fucking around and duck I aint playing this time, I told you I 'm not down for blunts to say I keep it 100 would probably redundant like calling a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to and your dick cock is she up to scew and to fuck a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of smut with a thousand sluts wrapped muzzles running through a house of otherwords I'm shutting up everyone one of you bitches 's up and I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt and aint changed, my shit still dont stink player my farts may have become staler ever I became a trailer park celebrity maybe my complexion became a little poster child for 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 table scraps to her I don't subscribe to the news or the press but homie I get the paper!