[Lloyd I just touched down, Ferrari to I ain't even home and 're talking about me out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom nigger Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b! You rappers don 't know me Nah I ain't your homie If name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my wheel My my Rolly My my forty South shawty these losses I in the gut yo the work 's still here, I'm cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin ' the truck my Pop dead, but he live his son though if rap work, I'll 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 bout to let a come and snatch mine I a nine, you see the shine I might just let your ass slide time While I get this paper, I get this paper, paper Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't need of y 'all) Ghetto celebrity (Keep your awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your smile off) celebrity aint nothing nigger [Lloyd Banks] The media will ya, popularity is pressure Panamera platinum through the wreck the booth up, I'm too that inner grammer step jewels up, they bruised up I'll for the camera harsh reality 's what (?) holding them back from opening attack all over these niggas, push the herd 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 sound system knock and in Tupac 6-4 jumping like the 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, floor green galore, in and out of new hall bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass [Eminem] are enough insults in my head to fill up a jar and it overflowing so dont get me going, don't dare start you 'll never see me again, Earhart I'm a wheelie off to a really unfair start I'm past grinding for me, guess I just be up like round or a pound of chuck tightly wound as till the fire come shut Fire marshall ground 'em up I guess you just shut the fuck up and stop fucking around and I aint playing this time, I you I 'm not down for blunts to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant like a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck and blowing your cock is she up to and down to fuck a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of smut with a thousand wrapped with muzzles running a house of muts otherwords I'm shutting up everyone one of you bitches mouth 's up and I'm watching my language if I you to kiss my fucking butt and aint shit changed, my still dont stink player my may have become staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity maybe my complexion a little paler poster 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 table scraps to her I don't subscribe to the news or the press but homie I get the paper!