[Lloyd I just touched down, to concrete I ain't home and they 're talking about me fuck out my ear if you 'bout freedom nigger Free don't pay the bills Im 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 chromey My my Rolly My Magnum my South shawty losses I took in the gut yo the work 's still here, I'm just cooking it up Clear my mind, you whippin ' the truck my Pop dead, but he through 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 (hey) all the time (hey) bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine, you see the I might just let your ass this time While I get paper, paper While I get 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) celebrity aint changed nigger [Lloyd Banks] The media will test ya, popularity is Panamera platinum through the wreck the up, I'm too tough that city grammer your jewels up, they bruised up I'll sparkle for the camera harsh reality 's what (?) them back from opening verbal attack all over these niggas, push the herd to the I'm the kind that they on, spending half of their 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 two blocks two in the air for niggas that aint here two tone, two door, top, roof floor green galore, in and out of new hall that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi I'm tryna snap a picture through Maserati glass [Chorus] [Eminem] there are enough in my head to up a swear jar and have it overflowing so dont get me going, dare start you 'll see me again, Amelia Earhart I'm a wheelie off to a really unfair start I'm past grinding for me, guess I just be up like ground round or a of chuck wound as fuck till the fire marshalls come Fire marshall ground 'em up I guess you should just the fuck up and stop fucking and duck I aint this time, I told you I 'm not down for blunts to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant like a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck and your dick cock is she up to scew and down to it's a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of with a thousand sluts 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 staler ever since I a trailer park celebrity maybe my complexion became a little poster child for white trash, I'm a 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 to scrape her I don't subscribe to the news or the press but homie I get the paper!