Lyrics of Music is my sport

Yeah, uh-huh…
Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the shit we on (we on, we on)
Everything new

If you saw where i come from versus where
I’m right now, you wouldn’t believe how many changes
I’ve been through. people have expectations about people like me.
The life i live, the music i made,
Where that come from, you know they assume that you’re a certain way.
I’ve had to fight against being typecast in my whole career.

Entrepreneur visions, moulin rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga break down
So which you want, the cheese or the chicks
You want the chicks but she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat

My story is well known, come from a tough neighborhood,
South jamaica queens, did things i shouldn’t have done as a kid,
But you know as a kid we make mistakes. i move forward i decided i wanted to write music for a living,
As soon as i do that, i get shot. i was lucky to survive.
I had to reach down deep to come back stronger.
But i realized i could do anything i put my mind to.

Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the shit we on (we on, we on)
Everything new
Spikes on the louboutins (’boutins, ’boutins)
We up, nigga

I owned businesses, i invest in companies.
I’m a writer, i’m a actor, author, i’m a entrepreneur,
Philanthropist. and now i just launched the boxing promotion’s company, sms promotions.

Boxing is very similar to rap, it’s the instincts, it’s the training,
It’s the discipline that’s involved would it the absolute focus is necessary
For you to win that to go out there stay focus and absolutely destroy,

Doing entertainment you out there alone.

You all know when we pullin’ off the lot, brake hit the button
Then we pullin’ down the top, shine’s on stuntin’
And i’m pullin’ out a knot, strapped with the glock
Won’t pull it out a lot, but front, i’ll make it pop

Sms promotions is just like a dream for me.
It allows me to live vicariously through the fighters that are around it.
I’m not a fighter, but i get a chance to be one every now and then.

Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast breakfast, breakfast, breakfast…

Music is just a beginning for me; it gave me a taste of success,
Number one singles, number one albums.

It feels like a nigga dreamin’
Seat back, music bumpin’, niggas leanin’

I never get tired of what i’m doing because i’m passionate about it.
I love what i’m doing. i wake up excited because there is always could be more for me.

Then we pullin’ down the top, shine’s on stuntin’
And i’m pullin’ out a knot, strapped with the glock
Won’t pull it out a lot, but front, i’ll make it pop

(the taste of just trying) to do what i do, no water break, no subs, no timeouts

Aloof livin’, i came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain

My fifth album, street king immortal is me reintroducing myself to an audience,
Its new music, new perspective, new ideas, i can’t wait for them to hit.

We up, nigga

When i got shot, i took everything i had to stand up,
And walk and run in a (desperate) sense. i’m 50 cent and music is my sport.