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Yeah, yeah<br /> I don't know what else to say<br /> I can't, I can't think of nothin'<br /> I'm stumped<br /> Here we go (Here we go)On your feet (On your feet)<br /> Stand up (Stand up)<br /> Everybody hands up (Hands up)<br /> Uh, man, I dunno, man<br /> Every time I go to think of something played out to say<br /> You already said itI ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus<br /> I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up<br /> All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up<br /> Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up<br /> Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent<br /> Because of my relationship with Marshall<br /> Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck<br /> We the same 'cause<br /> I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck<br /> While I attempt to fuck the fucking game up<br /> Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat<br /> You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat<br /> Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye<br /> Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach<br /> My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me nigga<br /> It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get<br /> The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets<br /> Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop<br /> Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast<br /> I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca<br /> Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox<br /> Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'<br /> While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen<br /> I'm back, muthafucker<br /> Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL<br /> I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers<br /> How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I said it, I did it<br /> If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer<br /> Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa<br /> That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up<br /> Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup<br /> Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher<br /> Wait 'til they get a load of me 'causeI've got Gucci's on my feet<br /> Diamonds on my neck<br /> Diamonds on my wrist<br /> Bitches on my dick<br /> But y'all already said thatChoppers in the trunk<br /> Models in the front<br /> Bottles in the club<br /> But I don't give a fuck<br /> But y'all already said thatCause sometimes I feel like it's so hard<br /> For me to come up with shit to say (Ay)<br /> I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all<br /> I think I'm runnin' out of cliches<br /> I'm gettin' writer's block<br /> Psyche!When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it<br /> Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built<br /> Floatin' on the same water Moses split<br /> Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill<br /> Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!<br /> Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid<br /> You dudes is too excited<br /> You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal<br /> You will just be another victim<br /> I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted<br /> I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted<br /> Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha<br /> When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'<br /> Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper<br /> I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin' problems?<br /> Not a problem I've encountered<br /> I have found elephants, lions, clowns<br /> Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus<br /> At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds<br /> Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'?<br /> Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it<br /> Since I decided to start Class diss<br /> All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent<br /> I authorize my own all-access<br /> Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'<br /> Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan<br /> Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam<br /> Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it<br /> My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes<br /> And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone<br /> I don't know which one is harder<br /> Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my ownI got Gucci's on my feet<br /> Diamonds on my neck<br /> Diamonds on my wrist<br /> Bitches on my dick<br /> But y'all already said thatChoppers in the trunk<br /> Models in the front<br /> Bottles in the club<br /> But I don't give a fuck<br /> But y'all already said thatCause sometimes I feel like it's so hard<br /> For me to come up with shit to say (ay)<br /> I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all<br /> I think I'm runnin' out of cliches<br /> I'm gettin' writer's block<br /> Psyche!Man, get the bozac<br /> We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava)<br /> Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!)<br /> Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real<br /> On the strength, no diggity<br /> I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack onHaters get the gas face!<br /> <br /> Songwriters<br /> Warwar, Nicholas M / Montgomery, Ryan / Mathers, Marshall B,Iii(Eminem) / Diaz, R.Published by<br /> Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. 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