[Verse One: P-Stunna]
I fear one day
That I'll run out of words to say
Everybody and they momma nowadays is a rapper
But once they get famous what they say do not really matter
But I'm still in the stage of proving myself
So if I say a single line about my wealth
I get crucified
This is not blasphemy
It's do or die
I wanna see your resume
Before you rock that green rag
Cause every n***a that got a green flag
Is approved by me
If they in the streets
If you see a green thug that n***a is not weak
Pause
I apologize if I got a little off track
I guess it's the Writer's Block, or maybe the contact
That I'm getting offa Clip's blunt
That n***a sittin in the front
Two hoes in the back
Of the Lac
What they doin? Listening to 2 Chainz' Crack
[Hook: Eminem]
Yeah, yeah
I don't know what else to say
I can't, I can't think of nothing
I'm stumped
Here we go! On your feet, stand up
Everybody hands up
Uh, man, I dunno man
Every time I go to think of something played out to say...
You already said it
[Verse Two: P-Stunna]
Lately I've become a changed man
Got my sh** together like I got paid Stans
Meanin even high cla** people respect me
And the police refuse to arrest me
Even though the freedom of speech
End when the rich white man on the beach
Get offend
And
I don't wanna hurt my fellow man
But, can I call you that?
When all you do is hate
And discriminate
And you brought my homie fate
Walter was k**ed by the man
Cause the motorcycle would not have hit that trash can
If the alcohol was not portrayed
In such a way
Where it look so cool
Man all that sh** do
Is make a fool
Outta you