Lyrics:
I'm thinkin like why bother
Use to get 50 cents and buy pops In the hood
I was livin like I was unbothered
Do you know how it feel wake up in
everything I want
But
I'm shackled by my own roof
I be like dam
I wanna get out of my house and do
What I want
But I gotta stay inside, some days
And rest
heavy for the shit they bringing to the table I ain't ready
My two cents worth 100,000 dollars when I talk they see blue strips and the fetty
I wanna fix
after alice in her wonderland
Wondered in the room and she was with another man shortly
After she said eat this and drink that
Next thing I knew my head
round for round
Round for round
Never compete when I do my own thing
I love it I got my own style
As long as I’m winning I’m givin the others
Just like
a mack
Even though I got a MAC
I been doin' bad, nigga I need a million
Where it's at
Ayy it's schoolyard, nigga you my students
Four hundred, ten summers
Own a couple real estates
Perform in 50 states
And around the world
Meeting people
Doin shows every week
But right now
All these things are just my
their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
So fresh, so clean, so shiny, on a beam
Girl, you're so mean, why you're doin' a damn thing
Any
decided to sleep by the do'
Open my mind, try to slip inside my grandpa's fo'
Driftin' off into another stage of life
*** paid you price and big homies
me
Can't stand a groupie, cause a groupie's purpose is usually to use me
They usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve
Who he
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
the loudest and it’s a fact
It wasn’t drippin’ it was rain
My drip is unmaintained
Call me by my name that’s who I am
My shooters make sure they aim
We setting
Where ours went
Our power went
Can’t tell me where our vision went
No dollar and no dream all I had to spend was 50 cent
It’s hard to keep my focus when
my own thing
I smoke my own green
Y'all niggas so lame
I keep that cocaine right all up on me,
I do my thing
I smoke my green
Roll my weed and blow my
Sounds as insane
As the war in Iraq while Saddam is hangin'
A dead man's a dead man ain't two of a kind
You can't break me
I'm head standin' doin' my time
me bite them wit' the bulldog made by design
Niggas gon' give me mines
And get in line for the torture
I swear, run any closer to air
My
to hit my phone again
50 Cent, I got many men
Friday, slide in a minivan
Bright future, I got plenty plans
Beat up the pussy, I got Tyson hands
Broke nigga
the acknowledgement, let 'em read the articles
The thing me and my crew posses is called the god particle
Our passion on that stage that make other niggas look
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
on you, you wanna be seen
Doin' your thing, put on a show
Hurtin' me, curving me, purposely
All on your own, my bitch bad, she a turnt up hottie
Your bitch
their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
So fresh, so clean, so shiny, on a beam
Girl, you're so mean, why you're doin' a damn thing
Any
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