Um, excuse me mister but can you please turn down the lights
I don't really like all these cameras, man
And this sh** just don't feel right
And I don't really wanna be rude to you, sir
But f** you mean I can't wear my hat in here?
And you got me f**ed up, if you think I care, n***a
I hope you little n***as is listening
Them Golf Boys is in this b**h like an infant
The blind n***as used to make fun of my vision
And now I pay a mortage and they stuck with tuition
So special the teacher asked if I was autistic
And now I'm making plates, you just washing the dishes
So if you don't mind, get the f** out of my kitchen
But keep your ego here so I can bu*t f** your opinion
But in the meantime brainwashing millions of minions
Leader of the new school
And you will never catch me in none of their f**ing shin-digs
I hope you f**ing n***as is angry, pissed, and offended
In Search of... did more for me than Illmatic
That's when I realized we ain't cut from the same fabric
I made my own sh**, you went out and bought yours
Man I got too much drive, motherf**er, I hate traffic
La-di-da-di, I'm going harder than coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathers
When it's a lot at stake carne asada let's be honest, I'm really morphing
Named the album Cherry Bomber cause Greatest Hits sounded boring
I don't like to follow the rules, she said that I must
I don't have any armpits
She wanted to talk who's in charge of this Golf sh**
I said "Howdy do? How are you? I'm the sergeant"
And who I are isn't really important
My heart is as dark as a window with car tint
So hop in with your friends, yellin' out "unpark it"
And I'll do donuts until the fat one is carsick
It's young T
I don't like to follow the rules
And that's just who I am
I hope you understand
And I don't really think y'all cool
So give yourself a hand
No, no, give yourself a hand
Better pose for that camera
Better pose, boy you better pose
And it's your life n***a I suppose
For the lights, for the camera, and the action
Now you're face is meltin' from the flash of the big ol' lights
n***a you ask for this life
Welcome to d**h camp
Yeah, welcome to d**h camp
Yeah, welcome to d**h camp
Kissing on my bean bag
Your lips half on my tongue
Moonwalk through your hair
(For the lights, and the camera, and the action)
This is fun I can tell
I don't know if you'll handle it well
Welcome to hell camp
(Lights, and the camera, and the action)
You should be mine in a way tonight
(For the lights, and the camera, and the action)