I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it All my life I won a Grammy but I probably never get it I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon * the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food Pass the plate, where my drink, this my day Lucky you, * you too, woo Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice How bout the coupe, how bout the coupe, how bout a shoot Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall Turn my back on you all and you finished Back to these bullets, it's back to the job Put my mac out and all of you runnin' Back on my hood *, it's back to the pushin' These taxin', I'm actually pumpin', can't * with you rappers You practically suckin', you ain't doin' platinum But that don't mean nothin', I'm actually buzzin' It's time, straight out the kitchen, I told him the oven is mine I do not * with you guys If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time I ain't no gangster, but I got some bangin' Some chains and some blazin', a couple of nines Choppers and jimmies, a partridge, a petri My torte's and crispies was nothin' but lies Run at you hot like a sumo They say I talk like a chulo I live in malls, I'm not Bruno Bitch, I'm a dog, call me Cujo You play your cards, I'm reverse on you all And I might just drop out like a uno Callate, boca, my homa, they call it Obuto And all of you culo Never better to level up in the ghetto The ghetto lookin' for somethin' I probably could never find now Shakerilla, Patela, the beat died down The truth is, nigga, they really want me tied down I been alone and I never needed nobody Just only me and my shawty, I tell these niggas to lie down Keep all the money, I never wanted a lifestyle I just pray to God that my son will be all right now I said, ain't no love for the other side Or anyone who ever want smoke When I die, I'm goin' out as an underdog And never lost hope You in the wrong cab, down the wrong path Nigga, wrong way, wrong road Niggas in the grass tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin' lawnmower I done said a lot of things in my day I admit it, this is payback in a way I regret it that I did it I done won a couple Grammys But I sold my soul to get them Wasn't in it for the trophies Just a fuckin' recognition Fucks a difference, I'm that cracker Been to law, * the rules Man, I used to risk it all Now I got too much to lose I been eatin' long enough Man, my stomach should be full I just ate, licked the plate My buffet, lucky me * you, date, woo! I got a couple of mentions Still, I don't have any manners You got a couple of ghostwriters But to these kids, it don't actually matter They askin' me what the * happened to hip-hop I said, I don't have any answers Cause I took a nail when I dropped my last album It hurt me like hell, but I'm back on these rappers And actually, comin' from humble beginnings I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning I wish I could say what a wonderful feeling We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling But nothin' is feelin' like anyone has any fuckin' ability To even stick to a subject It's killin' me, the inability to pin humility Huh-duh-duh-buh-duh-duh Why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' songs about nothin'? And mumble, and * it, I'm goin' for the jugular * is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck about the ones who are here Before you get made, rap, sweet cat Wait back and seize that, wreak havoc on tape decks Eight that's for the G-Raps and Kane's hat We need three stacks, ASAP And bring that, the ace back to the tap But these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin' face-tats are upped out like tree sap I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat that would take that feedback And aim back, I need that But I think it's inevitable They know a button to press Or whatever to pull to get me to snap, though And if I paid attention, I'm probably makin' it bigger But you've been takin' your dicks on a fuckin' backhoe On the break any minute, got me thinkin' of finishin' Everything with a C to minifin' And reapin' the benefits, I'ma sleep with the Quilligan As I'm thinkin' of thinkin' about a evil intent Of another beat, I'ma kill again Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again Even ketamine and methamphetamine with a mini-din It better be at least 70 or 300 milligram And I might as well, cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again Levels to the *, I got an elevator You could never say to me, I'm not a fuckin' record breaker I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made I never gave a motherfuck, I never got a right to be this way I got spikes inside my DNA But I roll toot, the wheels fall off I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for Like California, wishin' rain would pour In that drought, y'all been prayin' for my downfall From the 8 Mile to the South Pass To the same marshal, that outlaw That they say is a riot and might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboy So y'all gotta move, yeah Y'all gotta move, yeah Y'all gotta move, give me some room Give me some room, give me the juice How about the coupe? How about the coupe? How about a shoot? Y'all gotta move Y'all gotta move, give me the juice