[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm around the bull%#@! like a matador
I'm used to the bull%#@!, 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 #~!!@ make a weak ^!$$% break down
So which you want, the cheese or the chicks
You want the chicks but she want the cheese

A (*##$ gotta eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you ^!$$%s ain't %#@! to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from

I'm a Southside ^!$$%, yeah I'm 'bout mine
You be that next ^!$$% coroners come outline
You ain't made of what I'm made of

You a bum ^!$$% with a bum (*##$
Your shoes come from Bakers
Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers

What kind of rich ^!$$% (*##$ look like that?
[Hook: 50 Cent]
You all know when we pullin' off the lot

Brake hit the button 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
Y'all don't do it how we do

^!$$%s ain't on the %#@! we on (we on, we on)
Everything new
Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)

We up, ^!$$%
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)

Penalized every ho ^!$$% that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a beam
Yeah, I kill a ^!$$% quick, no worries, my record clean

Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no charges
$#&@ ^!$$% you $#&@ed over your father when he gave you a dick

Should have been a (*##$ in pajamas.
I made my first million $#&@ing dollars
Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me

Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this %#@! don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer

Debating on should I $#&@ 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]
Good #~!!@ for dinner

Bomb kush for breakfast
Deep colored VS stones around my neck, (*##$
It feels like a ^!$$% dreamin'

Seat back, music bumpin', ^!$$%s leanin'
Bullseye, that's what we came for
The bread, now a ^!$$% run the game boy

I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain

I'm in it for the grip, mother$#&@ the fame
[Hook]