G-Unit - Lifetime Achievement lyrics

Yeah, I'd like to thank
Everybody, the haters, my fans
Wow, I spent five years, man
Three albums, thirty million copies
Gotta love it
I really never thought I'd be here
First and foremost
I'd like to thank God for making me special

You know niggas wanna kill me
I stay in drama
Say a prayer for me, homie, nah
Pray for Obama ain't nothing changed
Them rednecks got them 44 mags
KKK mad, the confederate flags
Black man in the office
You know they're gon' flip
Like hand me my rifle when she
Thought she was going to shit
Bet Bill O'Reilly call me pinhead
For saying that shit
Well, him and Oprah Winfrey both
Could suck on some dick
They said I sniff coke, but
I weight shit, man, i don't get high
Said I slept with Tracey Heggins
That was a cool lie
And steroids must've made my money longer
Mary vocals stronger, Timbaland beats harder
Tyler write through the scripts
Wyclef make them hit's
If I knew I wasn't sure I'd
Run and get some shit
I wanna be hot like me
I wanna be on top like me
I'm trying to get guap like me, B

It was funny how time flies
Life turn to memories
And I can't vote, too many felonies
If I could, I wouldn't vote for Hillary
Man, the bitch rule the world? Man
You kidding me niggas tried to kill me
On three different occasions
I guess that's life when niggas just hatin'
Came a long way from slinging
Dope and that hard white
And my neighbors don't speak
Why? They all white
And the homies don't speak
'cause I'm rich now
My life is Hermès, haze and Cristal
And ménage à trois out in Moscow
I got them Trojan Magnums and Lifestyle
(Lifestyle)

Wow, you know, i really didn't get a chance
To prepare a speech
You know, I'd just like to say when you
See perfection within me you see God
And when you see my imperfections you see me
This was a great project, Al Pacino
Robert DeNiro
John Leguizamo, Donnie Wahlberg
Love you, guys, we got one

You know I'm feeling so Creflo
You see, we all ain't balling
But we blessed though my niggas, let's go
Gotta give respect so you can get a check
Hoe ain't like God e mailing
Niggas no death notes
Purple label tags, Cartiers
And all them designer bags
It's something you might want
But not what you gotta have
These kids want money, nigga
Fuck a autograph how can you be mad when
They just following your path?
You look and you laugh while
Niggas eating out the trash
But shit change fast, nigga, look at your ass
The real niggas last, we all been through it
I accept this award on behalf of the Unit

Uh, I gotta be one of
The top five black writers
I ignore switch sider support from backbiters
Now they telling me I can't say nigga
Nigga please all I need is incredible
Trees and bigger keys
I slide through the P's, neck like Mr t's
And it's 99 degrees, but my wrist on freeze
I risk it all for the lovely
Dough so my mother can go
Where she ain't got to hear shots
She shed enough teardrops
I gotta thank God before I thank a soul
For blessing me with the flow and
The game to break a hoe
I turn to a Transformer 'fore I turn on 50
I tote blicky and I burn on sticky
Fuck with me (fuck with me)

Hello, mama, yeah, you watch the TV?
You see me? Haha
Yeah, they gave me the trophy, ha!
I told you, i told you all I was gon'
Do is keep you comfortable
I'ma call you back, I'ma call you back
You know, we still in the
Hood, the award show, alright, haha!