Lyrics:
mind, a nigga wouldn't front me
I had to go and get on my grind, that broke shit haunt me (yee, yee)
I got 'em comin' in all different kinds, flyin' out
the automatic
Paper towels in the public restrooms
But that's me I guess
So I been low riding while bumping 50
50 times a day &
Spending 50 cents on a bummy drink
rap songs
And I ain't blaming 50 Cent, I can't blame T.I.P or JEEZY
Them brothers just making plenty paper off their life stories
See me, myself, I try
I'm Snapping
Going hard no kap'n
Getting it by any means is what
We call trappin'
No middle man I am the Manufacture
Spilt it fifty fifty then own
control
I’m a ghost with the power callin’ 50 Cent
My life is simple but ambitions are a big expense
I want a new suit, shiny chain and phat Benz
Now I’m
50 cents
Don’t make this shit harder than what it is
Just use common sense
I pray to God I can meet Farrakhan
And kick big shit
I’m Xing out all
goin' I got me some money, this ain't what I had in my mind
I've been in the States for a month Now I'm hearin' my dog say I've left him behind
She give
Happy losing all of my mind
They tell me I'm too hard to find
Tell me, am I?
How can that be true if you're mine?
Hoping I'll be chosen
Body
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
sex, I ain't in to makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club
Bottle full of bub'
Look baby I got the X
50 Cent, I ain't ya Enimem
I ain't ya Jigga Man, I'm a chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
She looks suprirsed in the palm of my hands
You know
kinda bitch made
When 50 Cent first came out
He was prolly in the fifth grade
When he was playin' truth or dare
I was buyin' product so I
Wouldn't lose my
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Gotta tell them times been changed
I remember being there
I ain't had Aware, I remember going to school with the same lint
And the same cent
I ain't
Oppression's subliminal
These days its hard for we to find peace of mind
Between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line
Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels
ha)
No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into
Sex on the Internet
So you want the chatroom or
The house in Malibu?
Em, your emphasis is
weighs eighteen stone
(That's two hundreds fifty six pounds)
I don't mind her fat but,
It's not only that but,
She's cockeyed and muscle-bound, Molly
sends the emoji with heart eyes and says[00:19.50]I'm like a breath of fresh air in a miasma of dating app despair[00:24.85]We chat for hours about all
„I only recall Jeremiah's warning of false prophets
They fill you with false hopes
They speak visions from their own minds“
Gotta killin' 'em,
years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one
Yeah, bling bling, money machine
50's under my pillow to have these dreams
Do it ditty
(?)
Like sex dice
Pretty price
Living (?)
(?)
Gangs
lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggas dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than
on some other shit
I fucked my bestie (my best friend)
Damn she so sexy (Sex)
Like damn she so sexy
I just need her by my side
Give me neck please yeah
I
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