Lifetime Achievement
Yeah, I'd like to thank everybody,
The haters, my fans (wow)
It's been five years man,
Three albums, thirty million copies, you gotta love it,
Ah-real ah really never thought I would be here,
First and foremost, I'd like to thank God
For making me special
You know niggas wanna kill me, I stay in drama
Ah, say a prayer for me homie, naw, pray for Obama
Ain't nothin' change dem rednecks got dem .44 Mags
KKK mask and confederate flags
Black man in the office you know they gon' flip
Like Anna Mae hand me my rifle start to go to shit,
But Bill O'Reilly call me a pinhead for sayin' that shit,
Well him and Oprah Winfrey both can suck on some dick,
They said I sniff coke and co-cohay shit
Man I don't get high
They said I slept with Tracy Edmonds, that was a cool lie,
And the steroids must've made my money longer
My revocal stronger
Timbaland beats harder
Try to write through the scripts
Wyclef make them hits
If I ain't know I wasn't cool, I run and get some shit
Ah, wanna be hot like me
Ah, wanna be on top like me,
I'm tryna get gwap like me, me
Yeah, it's funny how time flies, life turn into memories
And I can't vote too many felonies
And if I could I wouldn't vote for Hilary,
Man a bitch rule the world? Man, ya kiddin' me
Niggas try to kill me on 3 different occasions
I guess that's life when niggas just hatin'
Came a long way from slingin' dope and the hard white
And my neighbors don't speak, (why?)
They all white
And the homies don't speak now, 'cause I'm rich now
My life is hermay haze and crystal
And manage trois out in Moscow
I got them Trojan Magnums and lifestyle
I know I'm feelin' so creflow
You see we all ain't ballin' but we bless though
My niggas, let's go
Gotta get respects fo'
You can get a check hoe
Ain't like God emailin' niggas no death notes
Purple label tags cardi'airz and all them designer bags
It's somthin' you might want, but not what you gotta have
These kids want money nigga, fuck a autograph
How can you be mad when they just follow in yo' path
Ya look and laugh at niggas eatin' out the trash
But shit change fast look at yo' ass
The real niggas last, we all been through it
I except this award on behalf o' the Unit, k
I gotta be one o' the top 5 black writers
Out and all switch side the support from back writers
Now they tellin' me I can't say, "nigga"?
Nigga please
All I need is incredible trees and bigger keys
I slide through the P's
Neck like Mr. T's
And it's ninety-nine degrees, but my wrist on freeze
I'll risk it all for the love and the dough
So my mother can go where she ain't gotta hear shots
We shed enough tear drops
I gotta thank God before I thank a soul
For blessin' me with the flow, and a game to break a hoe
I turn to a transformer before I turn on 50
I tote blicke and I burn off sticky fuck with me
Hello Mama, yeah you like the CD? You see me. Haha yeah nigga [...] me
I told you, I told you, I got [...] Haha, I'ma call you back
I'ma call you back, you know we are still in the [...] alright
