We up - 50 Cent feat Kendrick Lamar & Kidd Kidd
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah, Uh huh
I'm round the bullsh_t like a matador
I'm used to the bullsh_t, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That p_ssy make a weak n_gga break down
So what you want, the cheese or the cheeks?
You want the cheeks but she want the cheese
A b_tch gotta eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you n_ggas ain't sh_t to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside n_gga, yeah I'm 'bout mine
You be that next n_gga corners come outline
You ain't made of what I'm made of
You a bum n_gga with a bum b_tch
Who's shoes come from Bakers
Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich n_gga b_tch look like that?
[Hook:]
Ya'll know when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the b_tton, then we pullin' down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot but front, I'll make it pop
You don't do it how we do
N_ggas ain't own the sh_t we own
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons (Vuittons, Vuittons)
We up, n_gga
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho n_gga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in tha' bing
Yeah, I kill a n_gga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no charges
F_ck n_gga you f_cked over your father, when he gave you a d_ck should have been a b_tch in pajamas
I made my first million f_cking dollars
Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and binocular
I'm scared, this sh_t don't happens to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer
Debating on should I f_ck, 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:]
Ya'll know when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the b_tton, then we pullin' down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot but front, I'll make it pop
You don't do it how we do
N_ggas ain't own the sh_t we own
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons (Vuittons, Vuittons)
We up, n_gga
[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
'Round the world tourin', the city got borin'
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 of 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 n_gga 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 it's starring?
(Ahhh.)
[Hook:]
Ya'll know when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the b_tton, then we pullin' down the top
Shine's on stuntin', and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot but front, I'll make it pop
You don't do it how we do
N_ggas ain't own the sh_t we own
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons (Vuittons, Vuittons)
We up, n_gga
[Outro:]
Good p_ssy for dinner or bomb kush for breakfast
D'D-Deep-colored VS stones around my neck b_tch
Feels like a n_gga dreamin' (dreamin'), feels like a n_gga dreamin' (dreamin')
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