[Lloyd I touched down, Ferrari to concrete I ain't even home and '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 my Rolly My Magnum my Jamaica shawty these I took in the gut yo the work 's still here, I'm just it up slow Clear my mind, you ' the truck load my Pop dead, but he live through his son if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on hoe Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow I'm back like crack over the You know, wherever I go the gun go [Akon - We on the (hey) all the time (hey) ain't bout to let a nigga and snatch mine I a nine, you see the shine I just let your ass slide this time I get this paper, paper While I get this paper, Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't need none of y 'all) Ghetto (Keep your awards) I'm a (Take your fake smile off) celebrity aint nothing changed nigger Banks] The will test ya, popularity is pressure Porche platinum through the wreck the up, I'm too tough that inner grammer step your jewels up, they up I'll sparkle for the camera harsh reality 's what (?) holding them back opening verbal all over these niggas, push the herd to the back I'm the kind that they pray on, spending of their day on lay on, niggas for days, shots spray on my sound system knock and in Tupac 6-4 jumping like the too hot
they spot me, they chase a nigga down two two shots in the air for niggas aint here two tone, two door, top, roof floor guap galore, in and out of new hall that bright you saw, was a paparazzi flash I'm tryna snap a picture your Maserati glass [Chorus] [Eminem] there are insults in my head to up a swear jar and it overflowing so dont get me going, don't dare start you 'll never see me again, Amelia I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a really unfair I'm past grinding for me, guess I be grounded up ground round or a pound of chuck tightly wound as the fire marshalls 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 you I 'm not down for blunts to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant like calling a a hoe, or asking a gal to suck and blowing your cock is she up to scew and down to it's a man's 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 mouth 's up and I'm my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt and aint changed, my shit still dont stink player my may have become staler ever since I became a trailer park 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 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 or the free press but homie I get the paper!