[Lloyd I just touched down, to concrete I ain't even and they 're talking about me fuck out my ear if you 'bout freedom nigger Free pay the bills 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 my wheel chromey My my Rolly My my forty South Jamaica these losses I in the gut yo the work 's still here, I'm cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you ' the truck load my Pop dead, but he live his son though if rap aint work, be pimpin' 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) ain't to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine, you see the I might just let your ass slide this While I get this paper, While I get this paper, Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't none of y 'all) Ghetto celebrity (Keep your awards) I'm a celebrity (Take fake smile off) Ghetto aint nothing nigger [Lloyd Banks] The media will ya, popularity is pressure Porche hammer through the wreck the booth up, I'm too inner city grammer step jewels up, they bruised up I'll sparkle for the camera harsh reality 's what (?) holding them back opening verbal attack all over niggas, push the herd to the back I'm the kind they pray on, spending half of their day on lay on, niggas for days, just shots on my sound system knock and in pound 6-4 like the ground too hot
they spot me, they a nigga down two blocks two in the air for niggas that aint here two tone, two door, grey top, floor green galore, in and out of new hall that bright you saw, was a paparazzi flash I'm tryna a picture through your Maserati glass [Chorus] [Eminem] there are insults in my head to up a swear jar and have it so dont get me going, don't dare start you 'll never see me again, Amelia I'm a wheelie off to a really unfair start I'm grinding for me, guess I just be grounded up like ground or a pound of chuck tightly as fuck till the marshalls come shut Fire marshall ground 'em up I guess you should just 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 keep it 100 would probably sound like calling a a hoe, or asking a gal to suck and blowing 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 through a house of muts otherwords I'm shutting up everyone one of you bitches mouth 's up and I'm watching my if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt and aint shit changed, my shit dont stink player my farts may have become staler ever since I became a trailer celebrity my complexion 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 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!