[Lloyd I just touched down, Ferrari to I even 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 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 Jamaica these I took in the gut yo the work 's still here, I'm just it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin ' the truck my Pop dead, but he live his son though if rap aint work, I'll be on some hoe Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow I'm like crack over the drumroll You know, I go the gun go [Akon - Chorus] We on the grind (hey) all the (hey) ain't bout to let a nigga come and snatch I keep a nine, you see the I might just let your ass slide 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 (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto aint nothing changed nigger Banks] The media will ya, popularity is pressure 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 reality 's what (?) holding them back from opening verbal attack all over these niggas, push the to the back I'm the kind that they on, spending half of their day on lay on, for days, just shots spray on my sound system knock and in Tupac 6-4 jumping the ground too hot
they me, they chase a nigga down two blocks two shots in the air for niggas aint here two tone, two door, top, roof floor green galore, in and out of new hall that bright light you saw, was a flash I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati [Chorus] [Eminem] there are insults in my head to fill up a jar and have it overflowing so dont get me going, dare start you 'll see me again, Amelia Earhart I'm poppin' a off to a really unfair start I'm past grinding for me, guess I just be up ground round or a pound of chuck tightly as fuck till the fire come shut Fire marshall ground 'em up I 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 it 100 would probably sound redundant like calling a bitch a hoe, or a gal to suck and your dick cock is she up to and down to fuck it's a man's World and I'm trapped in a of smut with a thousand sluts wrapped muzzles running through a house of 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 staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity maybe my became a little paler 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 better look for table scraps to her I subscribe to the news or the free press but homie I get the paper!