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[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, uh-huh
They don't do it how we do
Niggas ainât on the shit we on (we on, we on)
Everything new
We spike on the Louis Vuitton
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm 'round the bullshit like a matador
Iâm used to the bullshit, it donât matter boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga break down
So which you want, the cheese or the chicks
You want the chicks but she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat
Iâm havinâ the epiphany you niggas ainât shit to me
Worse than the scum in the slum Iâm from
Iâm a Southside nigga, yeah Iâm âbout mine
You be that next nigga coroners come outline
You ainât made of what Iâm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum bitch, your shoes come from Bakers
Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?
[Hook: 50 Cent]
You all know when we pullinâ off the lot
Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top
Shineâs on stuntinâ and Iâm pullinâ out a knot
Strapped with the Glock wonât pull it out a lot but front, Iâll make it pop
Yâall donât do it how we do
Niggas ainât on the shit we on (we on, we on)
Everything new
Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)
We up, nigga!
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million fucking dollars
Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer
Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
D colored VS stones around my neck bitch
It feels like a nigga dreaminâ
Seat back, music bumpinâ, niggas leaninâ
Bulls eye, thatâs what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the game boy
I shouldâve sent the broad to report whatâs in the yard
Aloof livinâ, I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, itâs embedded in the brain
Iâm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]
âRound the world tourinâ, the city got boring
Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans
Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses
Living life with no worries
My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus
Don't make it slam on you like Amar'e
M-Zone Rida Gang end the story
Oops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry
She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury
Everything you aren't, fly nigga soaring
Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari
You so special, bedroom or restroom
Just keep performing, go girl
About to film a movie, guess who's starring
- Album:
- The Heart Series
- The Heart Part 4 (Single)
- HUMBLE. (Single)
- untitled unmastered.
- California Dreams (Mixtape)
- To Pimp a Butterfly
- Welcome To Compton
- The Kendrick Lamar Ep
- Kendrication (Mixtape)
- King Of New York
- BET Cypher 2013
- The Recipe (Single)
- Good Kid, M.A.A.D City
- Swimming Pools (Drank) (Single)
- My People (Single)
- Section 80
- O.verly D.edicated (Mixtape)
- Non-Album Releases
- Pre-Good Kid In A Mad City
- Compilation