I can't do this shit, fuckin screw this bitch/
Tired Of This Shit Goin Down All Ludacris//
I'mma Grown Man Now You Understand Ma/
Tryin To Get My Name Out Under Linc Is A Star//
We Tryin For Fame-N-Fortune Got Nothin In This Game-But-Torture/
I'm In This Game I'm Scorchin, Guess My Brains-Is-Fortune//
All I Wanted Was To Do Maybe A Couple Of Shows!/
But Where ever I Go S'like This Trouble-Follows//
So I Jus Do It Like Sammy N I Follow-My-Nose/
But I Can't Help But To Tempt Myself To Swollowin-Hoes//
Followin-Goals Has Got Me Leadin To Fallin-In-Holes/
I'mma Make It Big Some Day While I'm Wallow-In-Bowls//
All I Know Is That I Don't Wanna Do This Nine-To-Five/
Managers Testin Me Got Me To Reside-My-Pride//
And All These Drugs And These People/
...On Top Of The Evil!
Jesus Wish I Could Go Back To Ro N His Sequel/
But There Is Nothin Equal!//
Fuck These Half Rappin Cats That Be Nothin But Feeble!/
They Ain't Even Know Me Want Me To Be So Illegal!
But No I Won't Do It, I'mma Do It On My Own Spittin-The-Fluid/
Hittin The Writtens And Then I'm Still Sittin-On-Crew-Hits//
Jus Can't Wait Til I Go Home Before I Go Lose-It/
I Don't Wanna Be Sittin Flowin Wit Druids//
Or Sittin Back Thinkin That It's Still Coo-Its, Nothin But Stupid/
Tired Of Doin One Track Wit These Stupid Two-Kids//
Who Don't Know What A Crew-Is! Or What The Truth-Is/
Talkin Bout Shootin Gats And They Ain't Know How To Shoot-It//
They Arms Is Like Toothpicks, And I'm Seemin So Ruthless/
They Say They Know Ta Spit But They Still So Boothless//
