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    I just touched down, Ferrari to concrete
    I ain't even home and they're talking about me
    Fuck 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 aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
    I like my wheel chromey
    My Bentley my Rolly
    My Magnum my forty
    South Jamaica shawty
    These losses I took in the gut yo
    The work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow
    Clear my mind, you whippin' the truck load
    My Pop dead, but he live through his son though
    If rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe
    Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
    I'm back like crack over the drumroll
    You know, wherever I go the gun go

    We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey)
    Ain't bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine
    I keep a nine, you see the shine
    I might just let your ass slide this time
    While I get this paper, paper
    While I get this paper, paper
    Cause I'm a celebrity
    (I don't need none of y'all)
    Ghetto celebrity
    (Keep your punk-ass awards)
    I'm a celebrity
    (Take your fake smile off)
    Ghetto celebrity
    Aint nothing changed nigger

    The media will test ya, popularity is pressure
    Porche Panamera
    Platinum hammer through the metal
    Wreck the booth up, I'm too tough
    That inner city grammer
    Step your jewels up, they bruised up
    I'll sparkle for the camera
    Harsh reality's what (?) holding them back from opening
    Verbal attack all over these niggas, push the herd to the back
    I'm the kind that they pray on, spending half of their day on
    Lay on, niggas for days, just shots spray on
    My sound system knock and in pound Tupac
    6-4 jumping like the ground too hot
    They spot me, they chase a nigga down two blocks
    Two shots in the air for niggas that aint here
    Two tone, two door, grey top, roof floor
    Green guap galore, in and out of new hall
    That bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash
    I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass

    We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey)
    Ain't bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine
    I keep a nine, you see the shine
    I might just let your ass slide this time
    While I get this paper, paper
    While I get this paper, paper
    Cause I'm a celebrity
    (I don't need none of y'all)
    Ghetto celebrity
    (Keep your punk-ass awards)
    I'm a celebrity
    (Take your fake smile off)
    Ghetto celebrity
    Aint nothing changed nigger

    ?there are enough insults in my head
    To fill up a swear jar
    And have it overflowing so dont get me going, don't dare start
    You'll never see me again, Amelia Earhart
    I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a really unfair start
    I'm past grinding for me, guess I just be grounded up
    Like ground round or a pound of chuck
    Tightly wound as fuck
    Till the fire marshalls come shut
    Fire marshall ground 'em up
    I guess you should just shut the fuck up
    And stop 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 redundant
    Like calling a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck
    And blowing your dick cock
    Is she up to scew and down to fuck
    It's a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of smut
    With a thousand sluts wrapped with muzzles
    Running 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 tell you to kiss my fucking butt
    And aint shit changed, my shit still dont stink player
    My farts may have become staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity
    Maybe my complexion became a little paler
    Poster job 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 scrape her
    I don't subscribe to the news or the free press but homie I get the paper!

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