[Lloyd I just touched down, Ferrari to I ain't even home and they 're talking 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 your name Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my chromey My Bentley my My my forty South Jamaica losses I took 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 through his son if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe Still eating lobster and shrimp in the I'm back like crack 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 nigga come and snatch I a nine, you see the shine I might let your ass slide this time I get this paper, paper While I get paper, paper Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't need of y 'all) Ghetto celebrity (Keep punk-ass awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake off) celebrity aint nothing changed nigger [Lloyd The will test ya, popularity is pressure Porche hammer through the wreck the up, I'm too tough that city grammer your jewels up, they bruised up I'll sparkle for the harsh reality 's what (?) 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 knock and in pound Tupac 6-4 jumping like the too hot
they spot me, they chase a down two blocks two shots in the air for niggas that here two tone, two door, grey top, roof guap galore, in and out of new hall that bright light you saw, was a flash I'm tryna snap a picture through your glass [Chorus] [Eminem] are enough insults in my head to fill up a jar and have it so dont get me going, don't dare start you 'll never see me again, Amelia I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a really unfair I'm past grinding for me, I just be grounded up ground round or a pound of chuck tightly as fuck till the marshalls come shut Fire marshall ground 'em up I guess you should shut the fuck up and stop 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 redundant like calling a bitch a hoe, or a gal to suck and blowing your cock is she up to and down to fuck it's a World and I'm trapped in a land of smut with a thousand sluts wrapped 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 shit dont stink player my farts may have become staler ever I became a trailer park celebrity maybe my became 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 free press but I get the paper!