My life, my life Makes you wanna run away There's no place to go No place to go All the confusion It's an illusion like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try
[Verse 1: 50 Cent] Yeah, O3, I went from back filthy to filthy rich Man, the emotions change so I can never trust a bitch I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dick Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shit Cause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hits I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighter Entrepeneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me manuever What's it to ya? The track I lace it, it's better than basic This is my Recovery, my comeback, kid
[Verse 2: Eminem] While you were sipping your own kool-aid getting your buzz heavy I was in the fucking sheds chopping my box Chevy Sipping some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buzz ready To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghetti-even? I think you fucking meatballs keep on just forgetting Party was finished, motherfucker, it's only the beginning He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offending He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in the Motherfucking wall with 3000 volts of electricity Now take the other and dump him then pluck him, motherfuckers in each One of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally fucking see That'll teach you to go voicing your cocksucking opinion to me! I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit Fuck letting up, you gonna end up regretting, you ever betted against me Feels like I'mma snap in a minute, yeah, it's happening again I'm thinking about the same motherfucker that everybody else that's up in this bitch, what 50! Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but everytime I rap I'm on track And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrap This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis Christ, how was I supposed to know it'd turn up like it did? Feels like I'm going psycho again And I might just blow my lib I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid Cause I'm running in circles with
[Verse 3: 50 Cent] I haven't been this fucking confused since I was a kid Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did Maybe this is for me, maybe Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy Maybe I'll do it 3 A.M. in the morning like Shady Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter Tryna say the same classic, get your ass kicked Man crook, wrap your head up in plastic See, now I'll pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots It's tragic, it's sad it's Never gonna end, now we number one again With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate Accept it, respect it This a gift God gave me like the air in the lungs And every fucking thing with it