[Lloyd I just touched down, Ferrari to I ain't even home and they 're about me fuck out my ear if you 'bout freedom nigger Free don't pay the Im ballin' 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 Bentley my My Magnum my South shawty these losses I in the gut yo the 's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin ' the load my Pop dead, but he through 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, 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 slide time I get this paper, paper While I get this paper, I'm a celebrity (I don 't need none of y 'all) Ghetto celebrity (Keep your awards) I'm a (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto nothing changed nigger [Lloyd Banks] The media will test ya, is pressure Panamera platinum hammer the wreck the booth up, I'm too that city grammer step your 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 to the back I'm the kind that they on, spending half of their day on lay on, niggas for days, shots spray on my system knock and in pound Tupac 6-4 like the ground too hot
spot me, they chase 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 light you saw, was a paparazzi flash I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass [Eminem] there are enough insults in my to fill up a jar and have it overflowing so get me going, don't dare start you 'll never see me again, Amelia I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a unfair start I'm past for me, guess I just be grounded up like ground or a pound of chuck tightly wound as the fire marshalls come shut Fire marshall ground 'em up I guess you should shut the fuck up and stop 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 sound like calling a a hoe, or asking a gal to suck and blowing your dick is she up to and down to fuck it's a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of with a thousand sluts wrapped with running a house of muts 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 shit changed, my shit still dont stink my farts may become staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity maybe my became 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 better look for to scrape her I don't subscribe to the news or the free but homie I get the paper!