50 Cent We up Explicit Feat Kendrick Lamar - Lyrics video - Lyric only

I’m around the *** like a matador I’m used to the ***, it don’t matter boy Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth Build with the gods and double knowledge of self Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion That *** make a weak *** break down So which you want, the cheese or the chicks You want the chicks but she want the cheese A *** gotta eat I’m havin’ the epiphany you *** ain’t *** to me Worse than the *** in the slum I’m from I’m a Southside ***, yeah I’m ‘bout mine You be that next *** coroners come outline You ain’t made of what I’m made of You a bum *** with a bum *** Your shoes come from Bakers Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers What kind of rich *** *** look like that? You all know when we pullin’ off the lot Brake hit the button then we pullin’ Down the top Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot But front, I’ll make it pop Y’all don’t do it how we do *** ain’t on the *** we on (we on, we on) Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins) We up, *** Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh) Penalized every ho *** that have a scheme (what else?) Guns in your video get you locked in a beam Yeah, I kill a *** quick, no worries, my record clean *** one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up Charity work, parking tickets and no charges *** *** you f-cked over your father when he gave you a *** Should have been a *** in pajamas. I made my first million f-cking dollars Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular I’m scared, this *** don’t happen to everybody I’m on Instagram looking at your favorite singer Debating on should I f-ck her or jump on her single 20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib I’m in her mouth like I knew I could have kids K-Dot Good *** for dinner Bomb kush for breakfast Deep colored VS stones around my neck, *** It feels like a *** dreamin’ Seat back, music bumpin’, *** leanin’ Bullseye, that’s what we came for The bread, now a *** run the game boy I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard Aloof livin’, I came up so hard No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain I’m in it for the grip, motherf-ck the fame