(feat. Joel Madden & Benji Madden of Good Charlotte)
[Intro] Three 6 Ma-fi-UHH~! Good Charlotte Hypnotize Minds, dat executive Some real shit man, let's drop it Let's go!
[Chorus: Good Charlotte] You know I can't live my life, workin no 9 to 5 No matter what they say, I'm doin it my own way Cause time ain't on my side, and they don't understand Forget what people say, I'm doin it my own way
[Verse One] So many shysters in my ears fool, tryin to pop it On my new fame, they will put new hands in my pocket Standin in the rain buck in hand man, about to cock it I take another one they wanna be up out the rocket I cain't understand why they even wanna see me broke Wanna see me choke off my own blood from cuttin my throat I always wanted the money fame wasn't worth my while That's why I wore a mask on the front of "Mystic Stylez" But one night in March, {?} my life changed in a sec Whether for better or for worse I can't answer that yet But I'll go to the pen before I lose my ends Murder one, one of you hoes tryin to get me for my Benjamins
[Chorus]
[Verse Two] In the field, it's real, slip up, get killed Get robbed, get stuck, get messed off in a deal These kids, are gone, on meth, and pills That's why, I pack, I carry, the steel I'm posted, in the hood, got green, I'm good Trap house, no doubt, is where, I stood Got guap, got hot, 'til shop, got popped These snitches, time cuts, it won't, ever stop The times ain't gon' change change long as cocaine 'caine Goes up the nose nose fries a nigga brain brain See 'em in the mornin time tryin to catch a train train Back out on the block (block) doin the same thang thang