I touched down Ferrari to concrete I ain't even and they're talking about me out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom, nigger Free pay the bills, I'm ballin' all out, B
You rappers don't me Nah, I ain't your If your name ain't M, or Tony
I my wheel chromey My Bentley my My my Forty Jamaica shawty
These losses I in the gut yo The work's still here, I'm just it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin' the load My Pop dead but he live through his son
If rap work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe Still eating and shrimp in the Bungalow I'm back like crack the drum roll You know, I go the gun go
We on the all the time Ain't 'bout to let a come and snatch mine I a nine, you see the shine I might just let your ass slide this While I get this paper, I get this paper, paper
'Cause I'm a (I need none of y'all) celebrity (Keep your awards)
I'm a (Take your fake off) celebrity Ain't nothing nigger
The media test ya, popularity is pressure Panamera, platinum hammer through the metal Wreck the booth up, I'm too tough that inner city Step your up, they bruised up, I'll sparkle for the camera
Harsh reality's closing in, holding them back from opening Verbal attack all over these niggas, push the herd to the I'm the kind that pray 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 like the too hot They spot me, they a nigga down two blocks Two in the air for niggas that ain't 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 to snap a picture through your Maserati glass
We on the grind all the '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 While I get paper, paper
'Cause I'm a (I need none of y'all) Ghetto (Keep punk-ass awards)
I'm a (Take your smile off) celebrity Ain't nothing changed
nothing changed nigger Ain't nothing nigger Ain't nothing nigger nothing changed nigger