Lyrics:
Commercial paper
Lendor of first resort
Leaning against the door
Against the familiar
Panic of irrelevance
A straitjacket under skin lures in
The longest slowest fit
Ever thrown under radar
All the privacy outside a coffin
Fits in your palm
Clamped
Between the handle and the hand
Rebranded
I asked my little bitch if she seen
A brick and she said no
I told that little bitch look at
My wrist and she said oh
You on some bullshit
With that point like Eric Snow
My nigga B move them O's like
He playing tic tac toe
Now and we both going in, like a got a curfew
You don't get no money
Paper shorter than commercial
Let me hear you niggas plotting on me
I'm a murk you have my goons at your crib
Every day like Urkel
One day I go fuck a bitch
Then I be like fuck a bitch
Have her try to bust my
Windows out like Jazmine Sullivan
Cause I got another bitch and she even badder
Looking like Beyonce
But that don't even matter
Cause I ball hard, I play for team Louie
They whole clique suck my dick
That's team chewy
Rocks in the Bezel, all husky face blew it
Since a lil' nigga used to
Talk that shit like Stewie
Who he, Louie had Louis chicks, Louis shirts
Louis belt walked up in the Louis store and
Tell 'em I want the shelf
Buy the whole mannequin
Niggas and they shenanigans
Go get 'em sent to Hahnemann
Shoot 'em like we gambling
Or hit 'em like it's blackjack bout
To get my mac back
Once I trade these handguns
I'm trying to feed my grandson
I'm having million dollar dreams
And hundred dollar nightmares thinking
'bout the cream
Ok, black Impalla, black rims, black tims
Black ice all black everything
Flowing through the back night
Black flooded rollie on
Looking like a flashlight
Tryna get that black car
Money bitch cash life
My watch sayin', "Hi shorty we can be friends" (woo)
My whip sayin', "Quit playin' bitch get in"
My earring sayin', "We can hit the mall together"
Shorty its only right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all niggas y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blaow
My pinky ring talk it say, "50, I'm sick"
That's why these niggas is on my dick
Some hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man he gon' bump my shit
See I'm alive, man, I really don't care (I don't care)
I tell them hoes whatever they want to hear
You try and play me I'ma blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in
I was a poor, nigga
Now I'm a rich, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch, nigga
I was a poor, nigga
Now I'm a rich, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch, nigga
New York niggas, cocky niggaz like it's all good
Fuck around we Crip walkin' in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fuckin' Bama
I'm from the wild, woadie, but I know country grammar
See me I get it crunk, niggas go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back, roll out I'm done (yeah)
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sittin' on dubs, that's why you mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 Cent'll split ya up
I lay you down, the coroners'll come and get ya up
See 50 play for keeps, and 50 stay wit' heat
I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm real gutter, man, the hood love me, man
Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man
Locked up in the pen, I still did my thing
CO screamin', "Shut the fuck up," in the pen
I was a poor, nigga
Now I'm a rich, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch, nigga
I was a poor, nigga
Now I'm a rich, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch, nigga
I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptie
Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe' or 'Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game
But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn, shit changed
These young boys, they done got they own work, man
I was a poor, nigga
Now I'm a rich, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch, nigga
I was a poor, nigga
Now I'm a rich, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch, nigga
My watch sayin', "Hi shorty we can be friends" (woo)
My whip sayin', "Quit playin' b- get in"
My earring sayin', "We can hit the mall together"
Shorty its only right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all n- y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blaow
My pinky ring talk it say, "50, I'm sick"
That's why these n- is on my dick
Some hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man he gon' bump my shit
See I'm alive, man, I really don't care (I don't care)
I tell them hoes whatever they want to hear
You try and play me I'ma blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in
I was a poor, n-
Now I'm a rich, n-
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit, n-
You can find me in the four-dot-six, n-
In the backseat fondlin' ya b-, n-
I was a poor, n-
Now I'm a rich, n-
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit, n-
You can find me in the four-dot-six, n-
In the backseat fondlin' ya b-, n-
New York n-, cocky n- like it's all good
Fuck around we Crip walkin' in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fuckin' Bama
I'm from the wild, woadie, but I know country grammar
See me I get it crunk, n- go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back, roll out I'm done (yeah)
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sittin' on dubs, that's why you mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 Cent'll split ya up
I lay you down, the coroners'll come and get ya up
See 50 play for keeps, and 50 stay wit' heat
I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm real gutter, man, the hood love me, man
Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man
Locked up in the pen, I still did my thing
CO screamin', "Shut the fuck up," in the pen
I was a poor, n-
Now I'm a rich, n-
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit, n-
You can find me in the four-dot-six, n-
In the backseat fondlin' ya b-, n-
I was a poor, n-
Now I'm a rich, n-
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit, n-
You can find me in the four-dot-six, n-
In the backseat fondlin' ya b-, n-
I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptie
Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe' or 'Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game
But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn, shit changed
These young boys, they done got they own work, man
I was a poor, n-
Now I'm a rich, n-
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit, n-
You can find me in the four-dot-six, n-
In the backseat fondlin' ya b-, n-
I was a poor, n-
Now I'm a rich, n-
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit, n-
You can find me in the four-dot-six, n-
In the backseat fondlin' ya b-, n-
When did you becomethe topic of conversation,
When did you become this country's
Popular myth
Seems that overnight you caught
Everybody's attention
Everybody sings about you and your name
Bounces off their lips
When did you become superstar of
This generation
And when did you become commercial property
Everybody's got their own sweet lord,
Hear them sing
Looking here, looking there but they just don't
Seem sweet
Were you a guru, a godly man,
Or where you a genius, the best in the land
I read in the paper that you were back in fashion
Amongst the famous men you were high on the list
Don't they realise that fashion's a passing fancy
The truth is yesterday, today, forever
You'll be staying
Yesterday, today, forever never wavering
You stated who you were and that will
Never change
Like it or not you'll always be the same
Son of god
Like it or not, yesterday, today, forever (x6)
Yesterday, today, forever, like it or not
Fuck it, gone head trap it out, gone head bring 'em out, gone head nigga count
Fuck it, gone head make 'em pout , gone head run ya mouth, niggas know what I'm about
Fuck it, gone head trap it out, gone head bring 'em out, gone head nigga count
Fuck it, gone head make 'em pout , gone head run ya mouth, niggas know what I'm about
Fuck it, stuff a jay full of runts, big boy kicking shit like a punt, nigga been counting up all month
Fuck it, pack came in a bundle, nigga really been tired of being humble, dropped balls in ya bitch like a fumble
Yea this shit in me not on me, they had to call the big homie, I got more game than a Sony
I really do this foreal
Yea got paper commercial appeal, booked yo lil like Beal, slimming shit out like a eel
That's just how how I feel
Fuck it, real p's in the doe, nigga don't check me check the hoe,
I'm fina on keep running up the score
Yea Star high that's fasho, big gang business you know how it go, still FFN still PGO
Fuck it, gone head trap it out, gone head bring 'em out, gone head nigga count
Fuck it, gone head make 'em pout , gone head run ya mouth, niggas know what I'm about
Fuck it, gone head trap it out, gone head bring 'em out, gone head nigga count
Fuck it, gone head make 'em pout , gone head run ya mouth, niggas know what I'm about
In the Hotel Boulderado
At the dark end of the hall
I gotta shake myself and wonder
Why she even bothers me
For if heartaches were commercials
We'd all be on TV
Don't you know her when you see her?
She grew up in your back yard
Come back to us Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna Beauregard
And I say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alright
And we say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alright
Uh, so much for bein' optimistic
They say love is in the air, so I
Hold my breath until my face turn purple
Keep a few bad bitches in my circle
My nuts hang like ain't no curfew
Bitch, if you wave, then I will surf you
I flew jet, she flew commercial
But we still met later that night
After my session, she came over
I was aggressive and she was sober
I gave her a pill, she started confessin'
And started undressin' and ask me to hold her
And so I did, but that was last month
And now she's textin' me askin' for closure
Damn, she say this shit gon' catch up to me
I keep tissue paper
We eat each other whenever we at the dinner table
She say she hate that she love me
And she wish I was average
Shit, sometimes I wish the same
And I wish she wasn't married
Promises, I hope I never break 'em
Met a female dragon, had a fire conversation
But, interviews are like confessions
Get the fuck up out my bedroom
Confusin' me with questions like
Do you love this shit?
Way I run the game It's like I got cleats
Before we was legit never said quit
Took a risk gotta stack it for my kids
Talking mills damn am talking bills
Way I run the game It's like I got cleats
Before we was legit never said quit
Took a risk gotta stack it for my kids
Talking mills damn am talking bills
Never say never until I reach I reach my goal
Sexy senorita dancing on the pole
Been a bad boy Sean Diddy Combs
You in the hole you gon never ball
It was hustle and persistence
Even faced resistance
We never stopped cause we knew we had a real chance
Once you at the top you gotta reach back
Teach that
Real scary Freddy Krueger
Got awakened talking Buddha
She wanna smash but she a cougar
Am the Lion King you just a cougar
My choices and decisions
Put me in position at times in collision
F the opposition need no supervision
Off the matrix winnings automatic
So ecstatic meeting the fanatics
Too much practise paid like an athlete
Till the last day I'll be active
All about paper so commercial
Being a pussy around me is controversial
Light camera action am in action
Too much passion f a reaction
No pinocchios round here incase you nosy
Am such a hot nigga call me Bobby
Signing autographs in the lobby
Self doubt what you don't need
Planted on stone regardless I had to grow
Watch the phonies they'll have you moving slow
Not everyone is happy when they see you glow
Can never catch me slipping cause I hate to snore
There´s that tower out of town, sir
Belongs to my town and always will
Since I was a child I can remember
That tower on the hill
Some nights I went out there parkin´
In that good old blue VW
Me and my baby on the backseat
Drowning in her eyes so blue
One night my sister told the story
Of Gunther and that deadly rope
I had to tell it my good friend Daniel
There´s times a man must learn to cope
My dad and me we watched those airplanes
Starting and landing around that hill
Even if I was a young boy I knew this place could kill
But I can recall one fine time
My hands they slipped under her gown
In the doorway of that tower
Echoed her pleassured moans
And now I stand here wond´ring
What do you really mean to me
Are you good or are you evil
And in the darkness I can see
All those ghosts of yesterday their faces oh so clear
Smiling right into my face then they disappear
Just a cold wind that blows a letter to my feet
I pick up that paper ball, coincidences so to speak
Crumbled piece of paper just a commercial campaign
But the slogan there on top reads faith is not in vain
So I believe that one fine day
That slogan will fulfill
I keep you in my heart as good
My tower on the hill
I ran up the bluest of cheese
Take a step back let my young niggas eat
He got the heater shoot it if it breath
My heart and a double g right on my sleeve
I got these bands and I got them for free
Told that bitch walk 'til it's blood on your feet
Birkins ain't cheap and these packs ain't for free
I was locked up but I still hit the scene
Shout out my kinfolk made sure that I eat
North to the south from the front to the back
Light up the wood and get back to the cash
I be with bitches ain't talking for free
Get out the trap all this smoke isn't cheap
Serving the pack and I swerve off
Pulled out the coupe with the shirt off
Really I'm lost in the purple
The bitches off white c/o Virgil
I be dressed up like commercial
Play with the paper past curfew
Getting the money's a virtue
(Water)
Hit me up
Lift me up, pick me up, baby
Yeah
Off the Xanny, yeah
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Oh, babe, you let me down, oh, baby, tragedy
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body
I wanna know if you can last no longer, yeah
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I'm puttin' molly in my IV (hmm)
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Tan on the Maldives, I'll be your Hercules
I'll fuck the shit out of you (ooh, yeah)
You'll tell your friends 'bout me (ah, yeah)
You so possessive, way too jealous
Don't bring your friends around me (me)
I had some famous girls, some models, and some regular hoes (regular hoes)
I tell my bitch about 'em, think it's probably best that she knows (best that she knows)
I bought a Richard Mille, it's a Bubba Watson luxury
Drop my new shit, now all these bitches wanna fuck with me (me)
Another new one in my collection (collection)
Nothin' but bad bitches up in my section (my section)
Nothin' but princess cuts and baguettes (baguettes)
No commercial, wheels up on the jet
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Oh, babe, you let me down, oh, baby, tragedy
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body
I wanna know if you can last no longer, yeah
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I'm puttin' molly in my IV (hmm)
Private show viewin' on the runway
Twelve-inch heels, Roberto Cavalli
Eight zips of codeine in a Hi-C
Throwin' private parties at the penthouse at The Marquee
Bora Bora villa, yeah
Lil' Kim how I count dead pres'
You got more Chanel bags than your birthday
Molly and power make you a mermaid
Swimmin' in Franklins, swimmin' in Benji
You get your backstroke in Stella McCartney
My gangbangin' friends gon' be the ones to protect you
You been turnin' up ever since that nigga left you
Oh, baby, nasty, all nine karats
Ghost like Casper, doors open backwards
Oh, you a ballerina, tippin' on marble
Oh, you got paper for your diamonds, oh, and they sparkle
Donald Trump a wrist flick, I'm a misfit, but I'ma keep you in some new shit
Five languages, girl, name it, I buy the chef out of Ruth Chris
Spaceship got you woozy, every day you wake up is a movie
Every day you gotta prove it, you goin' to sleep in jacuzzi
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me (carry me)
Oh, babe, you let me down (let me down), oh, baby, tragedy (tragedy)
Oh, baby, let me rub you (let me rub), oh, baby, body (oh)
I wanna know if you can last no longer, yeah (ooh, yeah)
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I'm puttin' molly in my IV (hmm)
Pow pow pow paper chasing Haitian
Project baby 1800 block
Ugly corner nigga
Y'all won't feel me anyways
I ain't even gotta talk
Came up i was down
Got it off the ground they was up
I was low, got it off the floor paper chase
Road running, you ain't on the route
Turned up like my music, I be smoking loud
Black nigga on that white bitch
Milk her like a cow cashed out
They ain't like me but they love me now
Pull up to the floor you ain't even know
Been cold, fire different jags in a row
Pay me back before diss me like a hoe
My nigga pay me for a show
And I don't even show i slid by
I ain't flex I just brung it through
Swear to God if you flex imma punish you
25% on the tent, on a rental coupe
Yeah I'm from the Noya
Off that Ugly Corner Avenue
Ain't gotta tell my shooter, he gon' shoot
Kodak got them snipers on a roof
Whipping with the magic stick then I poof
Project baby would you like to swimming pool
Been ready
You ain't ready, nigga getting ready
Time is money
Better have that money, I want every second
You niggas sweet niggas, diabetic
Living legends, jit will snatch your necklace
I'm at the studio fuck a class session
Sorry momma, I will never learn my lesson
I need a calculator just
To count my blessings finessing, flexing
Flyer than a jetson young and reckless
Hit you and your main man
And I won't regret it switched up
I got a different wardrobe designer
Custom Louis V torso
Pop my collar nigga wipe me down
Got it from the bottom now I fly around
Bitch I'm out here, had to get it in
Tell her go first, I'm a gentleman
Go so loud she be listening
Ain't no time to fuck these hoes
I'm a minute man
I'm a project baby I can't go commercial
Cuz I just hit the plug he stay on commercial
Square, not my round you not my circle
Money got me walking like I'm Steve Urkel
Jump right through your window
Like a Ninja Turtle
They want my autograph but I
Can't write in cursive
They hollerin' murder
I kill the beat i kill the beat
Lil Kodak, he gon' kill the beat
I kill the beat rest in peace
I need roll up
Dior store can't keep up with me
I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me
I'm never comin' back, them people under me
Not the fans, yeah, the haters
Lotta bands on the table
They say I went commercial, I ain't know it
They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back
Play myself out my position, who doin' that?
Money we just getting to it
Beef and we can get into it
***** we just get into it
Like it's Nike we just do it
Get to it get to it get to it getting to it
Get to it get to it get to it getting to it
Rise and grind get ***** from a dime
But money's on my mind all of the time
Monster for the green
Might turn to Frankenstein
Best recognize you can't hit my line
Unless money's behind
cnd to remind Look me in my eyes
Unless you're going blind
Make this **** digestible
But y'all don't like your vegetables
I'm bout my green and decimals
You scary grow some *********
Palms is itchy my girl is ******
Hit my line it's busy I'm on my grizzy
She's like where is he
Taking no commercial breaks
Paper chase with ankle weights
By her waist she'll make a face
Time is money I can't waste
Mind is in a different state
I cannot fake on fate do what it takes
To be aligned with greats
cnd their tour dates
Bout to pop the trunk
Not just to semi dump on punks
Sell this **** like a storefront
This **** hard as Kobe dunks
Quantum leaps of faith a jump
Speeding catching air on humps
Only gotta come up once
Tell them haters that
I knew it I knew it.
Are you sure that Ralph Emery and Charlie Douglas got started this way
I tell you I have to do everything around here
Sign on sign off pick up records pick up trash cut commercials
Cut the grass carry out orders carry out garbage answer to the boss
Answer the phone good mornin' radio station
No ma'm Porter Wagoner is not married to Dolly Parton thank you for calling
I tell you what I'm gonna get a real job
I'm gonna pump gas that's where my money is anyway radio boo on radio
I'm in a league of my own
Next year I'll throw it in the georgia dome (ha ha)
Real talk I'm a muhfuckin' fool
Two-time loser, still ridin' with the tool (yeah)
The hood rats, they say "he so crazy"
Take my time with it, the flow so lazy (yeah)
Word on the street is that I'm goin' commercial
Bitch, I'll stop what I'm doin' 'fore I go commercial (ha ha)
Got 99 problems, and money ain't one (nope)
Gimme a minute, see ya boy ain't done (uh uh)
Them haters want me gone
Them folks want me locked up
Plus, I heard a few niggas want a nigga chalked up
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
It's okay, see I'm strapped anyway (ha ha)
These niggas don't understand me
These niggas can't comprehend me, why I ride that candy
'92-'93, I was drillin' them niggas
'94-'95, I was killin' them niggas
26 for the bizz-ird
Anything lizz-ess
Is just absizz-urd (ha ha)
Same ole routine, monday to friday
Bricks in the trunk, nigga, I'm on the highway (let's get it)
Best believe I was 2 cars back
My nigga bring 'em back for a couple of stacks (yeah)
I'm just havin' fun with these niggas
I'm in a league of my own
Next year I'll throw it in the georgia dome (ha ha)
Real talk I'm a muhfuckin' fool
Two-time loser, still ridin' with the tool (yeah)
The hood rats, they say "he so crazy"
Take my time with it, the flow so lazy (yeah)
Word on the street is that I'm goin' commercial
Bitch, I'll stop what I'm doin' 'fore I go commercial (ha ha)
Got 99 problems, and money ain't one (nope)
Gimme a minute, see ya boy ain't done (uh uh)
Them haters want me gone
Them folks want me locked up
Plus, I heard a few niggas want a nigga chalked up
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
It's okay, see I'm strapped anyway (ha ha)
These niggas don't understand me
These niggas can't comprehend me, why I ride that candy
'92-'93, I was drillin' them niggas
'94-'95, I was killin' them niggas
26 for the bizz-ird
Anything lizz-ess
Is just absizz-urd (ha ha)
Same ole routine, monday to friday
Bricks in the trunk, nigga, I'm on the highway (let's get it)
Best believe I was 2 cars back
My nigga bring 'em back for a couple of stacks (yeah)
I'm just havin' fun with these niggas
Trap soul, man, I crack codes
Crack cocaine, that's what we putting out
These fuck niggas saying
Don't forget when you was broke, I was looking out
And some say there's levels to this shit
Damn look at all the levels that I skipped
Feeling like there's a medal I should get
All these haters getting heavy on my dick
Look at my niggas, chasing paper
Getting books with my niggas
So how the fuck can people back home say I shook on my niggas
Your two cents ain't working for me
All you niggas sound commercial to me, man
I don't like commercial niggas
Please shut the fuck up before I hurt you
(Fuck your feelings)
Don't take it personal, (it's nothing personal)
This a Derby City come up, this a Derby City vertical
First forty-eight, straight murder you
For years and years we waited on this
Living in a place folks didn't know exist
Surprise motherfucker, we up in this bitch
I said I'm back and I'm so much better
I'm so, so much better
And I won't stop (Louis)
I can't stop
Not now (Louis) not ever (Louis, Louis)
Louis slugger with the hits
Knock them out the park then I'm knocking down your bitch
I'm watching how you pitch
I'm not from Houston, no, I'm not from 'round the six
Got the four series, I should cop the six after the world series
I just taught the rich 'bout palm trees and bad bitches
And how these snakes can harm me with bad business
Damn, fuck out of here nigga
It's very rare for young black men to come up out of here nigga
Some will call it luck and some will call me up
I ain't heard from you in years
Please get the fuck out my ear nigga
My peers get it
Only G-O-D can judge me, fuck the jurisdiction
I'm working, ain't got time for thirsting
Over how these chicks appear in pictures
I'm just painting crystal clear pictures
Brushing up on my lyrics nigga
I just wish momma was here to live up under chandeliers with us
I guess all I ever had to do was take this shit a little more serious
Let's get it
There's not much to say
Woah, I'm from the southside
God Tiller
Make a quick stop, serve 9 o's (these are my confessions)
I'm a sucker for clothes (ha ha!)
That paper stack up, if you let it (jeah!)
But I keep fucking up, I gotta shoe fetish (naw!)
Bad habits, I'm at Walter's every week (week!)
Shots in that Mercedes door
Either I'm crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or
Could that be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more
But I still owe Jimmy one more album
The best the West has ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin
Recognize my life
Ridicule my fight
Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights
In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write
Get familiar with Cartwright
Cause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops
For the record, I'mma wreck it, even if my record don't pop
I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow behind me tell 'em
They can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heart
Nigga fuck your feelings, this is me
Kendrick, and I wear pendant on my shoulder, soldier
Like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted got pulled over
Johnny always lock a nigga down
Knowing damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao
Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac
In his prime, thug life is now on radar
Til the federal come through and raid ours
Reminiscing when the LA Raiders
Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle's dome
And I don't condone dickriding, I'm addicted to
Westsiding, living in a city where the skinny niggas die
And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion
Trying, and I mean that shit
Game came through, put the city on his back
I was in the city with a nigga, had seen that shit
"Compton!", a nigga gotta scream that shit
Never went commercial, never T.V. screened that shit
Can't block or screen that shit, now everybody sing that shit
I heard one of em' diss me, I'm suprised
I ain't trippin', listen good to my reply
Come here lil' man, let me talk with ya'
See if I can paint for you the larger picture
Congrats 'cause you made it out your mama's house
I hope you make enough to buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy and your whip foreign
I got some good advice, never quit tourin'
'Cause that's the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your funky lil' rap name
I hear your music and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that that's a bad thing
'Cause everything's commercial and it's pop now
Trap drums is the shit that's hot now
See, I've been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you havin' fun and I respect that
But have you ever thought about your impact?
You don't own nothin', you don't own you
The nigga playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey
He can't even be in a commercial with his name on the back
So when it's really all said and done
What did you do this for? What difference did you make?
In the Hotel Boulderado
At the dark end of the hall
I gotta shake myself and wonder
Why she even bothers me
For if heartaches were commercials
We'd all be on TV
Don't you know her when you see her?
She grew up in your back yard
Come back to us Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna Beauregard
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