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

Penalized every ho ^!$$% that have a scheme
Guns in your video get you locked in a beam
Yeah, I kill a ^!$$% 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
Brought 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


[Hook]


[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 I'm Maury
(?) zone write a gang in a story

Ops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry
She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury
Everything you owning, fly ^!$$% soaring

Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari
You so special, babe, I'm in the restroom
Just keep performing, go girl

About to film a movie, guess who's starring

[Hook]


[Verse 4: 50 Cent]
Got #~!!@ for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast

Deep-colored VS stones around my neck (*##$
Feels like a ^!$$% dreaming, feels like a ^!$$% dreaming


Coupe a four-door, jeep a Convoy
Bulletproof front flash, shinin' Armor All
It feels like a ^!$$% dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', ^!$$%s leanin'
Bulls eye, 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