Go inside the booth, and they double the wages
Made the point, and then I guard it, like I'm Baron Davis
Celebrate my wins like holidays that's very Pagan
Agin' like it's fine wine, sippin' on my downtime
Deliverin' powerlines, you niggas livin' under 'em
That's the only way you ballin', health insurance cover 'em
Sleepin' on the garden till a pillow come and smother 'em
Your worst nightmare who's appearing to be a southerner (other side)
This the American dream that I'm livin', with opportunities takin' instead of Indian givin' (woah, woah, woah, woah), hold up
Wait a whole cotton-pickin' minute
Gave you money for a chain, but not to buy your masters with it
Can't split it with the fam, but you spend it on some bitches?
Tried to say you helped your friends, but they still out in the trenches? (Huh)
Switchin' up on niggas, now you gotta carry switches?
I can't lie, I can't even tell a difference (nah)

Way below ground zero
You come at the holster, fighting
Everyone you know, my [?]
On your rollercoaster

Go inside the booth, and I double the pages (that's right)
Like the last picture of Pac, that was taken in Vegas (let's go)
Lookin' hopeless, now you coping with a cup full of medicine Sprite
Bow when you done with your life (right, pour up)
The side effect of fame had you not reading the label
While you scratchin' on the surface, I bet you, I turn the tables, like- (like?)
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Spinnin' on your block, and I'm singing upon the replay
Probably 'cause you changed for some change (for some change)
Bringin' back Barack Obama's campaign
Now nobody wanna speak yo' damn name
Did it all just to fall and that's a damn shame
I tried talkin' to 'em, but the homie didn't listen
Beat him at his own game, how Ali did Liston [?] (pssh, pssh, pssh)
Cause when it to talkin' hella shit instead of real shit
I can't lie, he can't even tell the difference
(You a bitch)

Way below ground zero
You come at the holster, fighting
Everyone you know, my [?]
On your rollercoaster

Whiplash in my neck, I caught a glimpse of your regret
But your thinking cap is long lost through the wind (all these)
Two jabs to my left, cause our good sides never met
Live fast die hard, we're all soft in the end (all these)

Yo, real shit, (nah)
I don't even like rappin' like that because a lot of bitch-ass niggas talkin' all the [?]
But you know what, dog?
It doesn't even matter, because I do this shit because I love this shit
Everybody out here that's hatin' on me can suck my dick, you heard?
And you feel me?
We finna do this shit like how we been supposed to do this shit
Like how we was supposed to do it back in the day, you know what I'm saying?
Ayo, take me out