My life
My life, my lifeMakes me wanna run awayThere's no place to goNo place to goAll the confusionIt's an illusion like a movieGot nowhere to goNowhere to run and hideNo matter how hard I try
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]Yeah, 03, I went from back filthy to filthy richMan, the emotions change so I can never trust a bitchI tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spitRight in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dickNow when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shitCause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hitsI'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learnedIf money is evil look at all the evil I done earnedI'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighterEntrepeneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me manueverWhat's it to ya? The track I lace it, it's better than basicThis is my recovery, my comeback, kid
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[Verse 2: Eminem]While you were sipping your own kool-aid getting your buzz heavyI was in the fucking sheds sharpening my macheteSipping some of of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds readyTo wolf down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?I think you fucking meatballs keep on just forgettingThought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the beginningHe's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offendingHe'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in theMotherfucking wall with 3000 volts of electricityNow take the other end of them then plug them, motherfuckers in eachOne of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally fucking seeThat'll teach you to go voicing your cocksuckin' opinion to meI done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shitFuck letting up, you’re gonna end up regretting you ever betted against meFeels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening againI'm thinking about just saying"Mother fuck everybody that's up in this bitch, but 50!"Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I goI swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knowsI'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but everytime I rap I'm more trappedAnd I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrapThis is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisisChrist, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did?Feels like I'm going psycho againAnd I might just blow my lidShit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kidCause I'm running in circles with
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[Verse 3: 50 Cent]I haven't been this fucking confused since I was a kidSold like 40 million records, people forgot what I didMaybe this is for me, maybeMaybe I'm supposed to go crazyMaybe I'll do it 3 AM in the morning like ShadyPsycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighterTry to say this ain't classic, get your ass kicked mad quickWrap your head up in plastic, pussyNow pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggotsIt's tragic, it's sad it'sNever gonna end, now we number one againWith that frown on your face, and your heart full of hateAccept it, respect itThis a gift, God-given, like the air in the lungsOf every fucking thing livin'