[Lloyd I just touched down, Ferrari to I even home and they '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 your name Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my chromey My my Rolly My my forty South shawty these losses I in the gut yo the 's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin ' the load my Pop dead, but he live through his son if rap aint work, I'll be 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 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 none of y 'all) celebrity (Keep punk-ass awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your smile off) Ghetto aint nothing nigger [Lloyd Banks] The media test ya, popularity is pressure Porche platinum hammer the wreck the up, I'm too tough inner city grammer step your jewels up, bruised up I'll sparkle for the camera harsh reality 's what (?) holding them back opening verbal attack all over these niggas, push the herd to the I'm the kind that they on, spending half of their day on lay on, niggas for days, just shots on my sound system and in pound Tupac 6-4 like the ground 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, floor green galore, in and out of new hall that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi I'm snap a picture through your Maserati glass [Chorus] [Eminem] there are 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 a wheelie off to a really unfair start I'm past grinding for me, I just be grounded up like ground or a pound of chuck tightly wound as till the fire come shut Fire marshall ground 'em up I guess you should shut the fuck up and fucking around and duck I aint playing this time, I told you I 'm not for blunts to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant like a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck and your dick cock is she up to scew and down to it's a man's and I'm trapped in a land of smut with a sluts wrapped with muzzles through 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 may have become staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity maybe my complexion became a little poster child for 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 to scrape her I don't subscribe to the news or the press but homie I get the paper!