Go inside the booth, and they double the wages

Made the point, and then I guard it, like I'm Baron Davis

Celebrate my wins like holidays that's very Pagan

Agin' like it's fine wine, sippin' on my downtime

Deliverin' powerlines, you niggas livin' under 'em

That's the only way you ballin', health insurance cover 'em

Sleepin' on the garden till a pillow come and smother 'em

Your worst nightmare who's appearing

to be a southerner (other side)

This the American dream that I'm livin'

with opportunities takin' instead of Indian

givin' (woah, woah, woah, woah) , hold up

Wait a whole cotton-pickin' minute

Gave you money for a chain

but not to buy your masters with it

Can't split it with the fam

but you spend it on some bitches?

Tried to say you helped your friends

but they still out in the trenches? (Huh)

Switchin' up on niggas, now you gotta carry switches?

I can't lie, I can't even tell a difference (nah)

Way below ground zero

You come at the holster, fighting

Everyone you know, my [?]

On your rollercoaster

Go inside the booth, and I double the pages (that's right)

Like the last picture of Pac

that was taken in Vegas (let's go)

Lookin' hopeless

now you coping with a cup full of medicine Sprite

Bow when you done with your life (right, pour up)

The side effect of fame had you not reading the label

While you scratchin' on the surface

I bet you, I turn the tables, like- (like?)

Go DJ, that's my DJ

Spinnin' on your block, and I'm singing upon the replay

Probably 'cause you changed for

some change (for some change)

Bringin' back Barack Obama's campaign

Now nobody wanna speak yo' damn name

Did it all just to fall and that's a damn shame

I tried talkin' to 'em, but the homie didn't listen

Beat him at his own game

how Ali did Liston [?] (pssh, pssh, pssh)

Cause when it to talkin' hella shit instead of real shit

I can't lie, he can't even tell the difference

(You a bitch)

Way below ground zero

You come at the holster, fighting

Everyone you know, my [?]

On your rollercoaster

Whiplash in my neck, I caught a glimpse of your regret

But your thinking cap is long

lost through the wind (all these)

Two jabs to my left, cause our good sides never met

Live fast die hard, we're all soft in the end (all these)

Yo, real shit, (nah)

I don't even like rappin' like that because a

lot of bitch-ass niggas talkin' all the [?]

But you know what, dog?

It doesn't even matter

because I do this shit because I love this shit

Everybody out here that's hatin'

on me can suck my dick, you heard?

And you feel me?

We finna do this shit like how

we been supposed to do this shit

Like how we was supposed to do it back in the day

you know what I'm saying?

Ayo, take me out