These *****z wanna see me, 'cause of the way I shine
But it ain't that easy, to get mine, you get your *** lay down

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

Funny how the world revolves around my click
'Cause just a year ago, ***** ain't had ****
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fuels the fire that I ear to game outwit

It's amazing the way that boy came up so quick
But that platinum *****z will blow your brain out, ****
I'm the new ***** the others can't stand
The rubber band man, be goddamned if I can

Let another ***** feel my spot
If a ***** steal from me, it's the steel I pop
I'm on my grind, so if you thought I chill I'm not
Won't stop letting the steering wheel peel the block

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round
The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

Banks, they think I'm Yayo's replacement
Nah, I ball it's the G-unit walking through the matrix
I'm signed to the doctor, I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 cent, now I got a face-lift

Magazines wanna know, where the ***k L.A. been
It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001, I was playing my PlayStation
And I heard 9 shots I'm faced down with my heart pacing

All I could think about was I had my guns
And my drugs in the ba*****t
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up of the coma, police waiting for a statement

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round
The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

P*** the weed, let a ***** get into his zone
Poppa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now I'm grown millionaires in my cell phone
A year past now God did and L gone

And I'm sick boy, chopping with the wrong click
To think about that, before I let the song stick
Uh, who's a limp? Please don't get me confused with him
'Cause I'm down to going all round lose or win

If I should die ride the jeep through the little bride
Every strip block the projects is on my side
A ghetto's gone by the hundred grand on my arm
Sick boxing never hundred grand on my charm, you broke, *****

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round
The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round