Yeah! Twenty miles an hour in my long Bentley Shame on you hater this what the Lord sent me Shit lately I've been practicin my gas face 'Cause that's what I'm a give 'em when they land in last place Hand right by the hammer ain't too many niggas seein us So they wanna take my gifts, 'til I wrap 'em with the fifth My regular scent is piff, currency and Cashmere You done drove your bitch away I told her she can crash here Yeah, I'm countin paper like the cashier Livin like I'm limited breathin like it's my last air My boy in and out the box super stupid soldier Told me if he can do it again he'd do it over Poverty's King Cobra, squeeze ya life out 'Cause it's the fatalities and casualties I should write 'bout Come on these rappers ain't iced out, they just foolin niggas Runnin 'round town fakers zirconian cubic niggas UH! Only money matters in the game fuck the fame I gotta eat dollar signs feed my hunger pain Music like Heroin, leave you numb the same Play me like I’m somethin sweet, be apart of summer slained Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted I’m on top now, there’s nothin they can do about it Y'all better have y'all guns, 'cause walkin where I'm from Ain't no way around it, home sweet home You motherfuckers can rap 'til you blue in the face You'll probably turn into Smurfs with the time that you waste Throughout history they've thrown shots at the greats But I shoot back, the Lord ain't design me for hate I've never understood Martin Luther with his speech With the whole world watchin me turn the other cheek? Never! So there's one left to die in the streets cause his long arms happen to connect with his reach Tried to kill you then, them near misses was God's kisses "True Hollywood Story," ghetto Todd Bridges (Diff'rent Strokes), that nigga broke, this nigga rich You only read about the cars that I paddle shift You only dream about the hoes that I dabble with Balcony views like a postcard, imagine this White stones, black steel, cold chrome The city's my doormat, bitch I'm home sweet home UH! Only money matters in the game fuck the fame I gotta eat dollar signs feed my hunger pain Music like Heroin, leave you numb the same Play me like I’m somethin sweet, be apart of summer slained Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted I’m on top now, there’s nothin they can do about it Y'all better have y'all guns, 'cause walkin where I'm from Ain't no way around it, home sweet home Uh! Nigga see me when you see me shit I'm always seen Off to Queens, magazines, pissy hallway scenes Payin crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams Fuck bein humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams Drugs for the livin Henny pavement for the body Crosses for the power ghetto bitches for the smiley Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, what's happenin? Competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson Part of my reaction to they corny ass raps Keep flirtin with death and get your horny ass clapped Back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out 'em Bloody heads turn Timberland's to red bottoms Fifty bottles just a start now that's how you do it Carbon fiber through the spider playin rider music Ain't no question of my resume I gotta prove it Life’s a bitch and I get blow jobs recliner to it UH! Only money matters in the game fuck the fame I gotta eat dollar signs feed my hunger pain Music like Heroin, leave you numb the same Play me like I’m somethin sweet, be apart of summer slained Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted I’m on top now, there’s nothin they can do about it Y'all better have y'all guns, 'cause walkin where I'm from Ain't no way around it, home sweet home