I spend time on lyrics / 50 spends time on gimmicks
I spit 50 rhymes minute / 50 spits nursery rhymes to midgets
I turn rhymes to money digits / 50 turn fake we witness
He soled his soul / to sell CD’s you a sell out bro
Ya you sell out concerts but your fans won’t grow
Only ten year olds feed into your flow
Half of your fans never been IN A CLUB so
What are you rappen bout in the studio
---NOTHIN--- you FRONTIN acting like SOMETHIN
Believing your own hype like invincible or SOMETHIN
Invisible to bullets? So long as you button
Your Teflon vest but I can stab I like cutting
Through 50’s flesh, leave the “magic stick” in a mess
Count yourself blessed IL leave you alive to 2nd guess
Your decision to sell your soul for cheques
I reveal / Real / RV rap fans depressed
50 fell off I guess / he a one album wonder
Wonder If G-unit is next
The “aftermath” of 50s conscience as he’s heading for death