I just touched Ferrari to concrete I ain't home and they're talking about me Fuck out my ear if you talking freedom, nigger Free pay the bills, I'm ballin' all out, B
You rappers know 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 I took in the gut yo The work's still here, I'm cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin' the load My Pop but he live through his son though
If rap ain't work, I'll be on some hoe Still eating lobster and shrimp in the I'm back like crack the drum roll You know, I go the gun go
We on the grind all the Ain't 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch I a nine, you see the shine I just let your ass slide this time While I get this paper, I get this paper, paper
'Cause I'm a (I don't need of y'all) Ghetto (Keep punk-ass awards)
I'm a (Take fake smile off) Ghetto nothing changed nigger
The media will test ya, popularity is Porsche Panamera, platinum hammer the metal Wreck the booth up, I'm too tough that inner city Step jewels up, they bruised up, I'll sparkle for the camera
Harsh reality's what's in, holding them back from opening attack all over these niggas, push the herd to the back I'm the kind that they pray on, half of their day on Lay on, niggas for days shots spray on
My sound system knock and in pound 6-4 jumping the ground too hot They spot me, they chase a nigga two blocks Two shots in the air for niggas that here
Two tone, two door, gray top, roof Green guap galore in and out of new That light you saw was a paparazzi flash I'm trying to snap a picture through your Maserati
We on the all the time 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I a nine, you see the shine I might let your ass slide this time While I get paper, paper While I get paper, paper
I'm a celebrity (I need none of y'all) Ghetto (Keep punk-ass awards)
I'm a (Take fake smile off) Ghetto Ain't nothing changed
Ain't nothing changed Ain't nothing nigger nothing changed nigger Ain't changed nigger