[Lloyd I just down, Ferrari 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 ballin' all out, b! You rappers don 't know me Nah I ain't your If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my chromey My Bentley my My my forty Jamaica shawty these I took in the gut yo the work 's still here, I'm cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you ' the truck 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 shrimp in the I'm back like crack the drumroll You know, wherever I go the gun go [Akon - 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 just let your ass slide this time While I get paper, paper I get this paper, paper Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't need none of y 'all) celebrity (Keep your awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake off) Ghetto aint nothing changed nigger Banks] The media test ya, popularity is pressure Panamera platinum through the wreck the booth up, I'm too that inner city your jewels up, they bruised up I'll sparkle for the camera harsh reality 's what (?) holding back from opening verbal attack all over these niggas, push the to the back I'm the kind that they pray on, spending half of day on lay on, for days, just shots spray on my sound system knock and in pound 6-4 jumping like the too hot
they spot me, they a nigga 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 flash I'm tryna snap a picture through your glass [Chorus] [Eminem] there are enough insults in my to fill up a jar and have it overflowing so dont get me going, don't 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 like ground round or a of chuck tightly wound as till the fire marshalls shut Fire marshall 'em up I guess you should just shut the fuck up and stop fucking around and 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 a hoe, or asking a gal to suck and blowing your dick is she up to scew and to fuck it's a man's World and I'm in a land of smut with a thousand wrapped with muzzles running through a house of I'm shutting up everyone one of you bitches mouth '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 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 bitch means I 'ma rape her, all I got for these hoes is dick duck tape and a stapler so bitch you look for table to scrape her I don't subscribe to the news or the press but homie I get the paper!