I just touched Ferrari to concrete I ain't even home and talking about me out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom, nigger Free don't pay the bills, I'm all out, B
You rappers know me Nah, I your homie If your name ain't M, or Tony
I my wheel chromey My Bentley my My my Forty South Jamaica
These I took in the gut yo The work's still here, I'm just cooking it up 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 over the roll You know, I go the gun go
We on the grind all the 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 paper, 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 through the Wreck the up, I'm too tough that inner city grammer Step your jewels up, they bruised up, I'll sparkle for the
Harsh reality's what's closing in, them back from opening Verbal attack all over niggas, push the herd to the back I'm the kind that pray on, spending half of their day on Lay on, niggas for days just shots on
My sound system and in pound Tupac 6-4 jumping like the too hot They me, they chase a nigga down two blocks Two shots in the air for that ain't here
Two tone, two door, gray top, roof guap galore in and out of new hall That bright you saw was a paparazzi flash I'm trying to snap a picture through your Maserati
We on the grind all the 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine, you see the I might just let your ass this time I get this paper, paper While I get this paper,
I'm a celebrity (I don't none of y'all) celebrity (Keep your awards)
I'm a (Take your smile off) Ghetto nothing changed nigger
Ain't nothing nigger nothing changed nigger Ain't nothing changed Ain't nothing changed