50 Cent ft. Adam Levine ft. Eminem - My Life

50centclub.ru vk.com/50centclub [Hook: Adam Levine] My life, my life Makes you wanna run away There's no place to go No place to go All this confusion Such an illusion like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Yeah, OP, I went from back filthy to filthy rich Man, the emotions change so I can never trust a bitch I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dick Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shit Cause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hits I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighter Entrepeneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me manuever What's it to ya? The track I lace, it's better than basic This is my recovery, my comeback, kid [Hook] [Verse 2: Eminem] While you were sipping your own kool-aid getting your buzz heavy I was in the fucking sheds chopping my box Chevy Sipping some of of that revenge juice, getting my taste buzz ready To whoop down this (?), or should I say spaghetti even? You fucking meatballs keep on forgetting Party was finished, (?), it's only the beginning He's buggin' again, he's drinkin', fuck who he's offending He'll rip your fucking (?) With 3000 volts of electricity Now take the other and dump him (?) in each (?) I'll teach you to (?) in me I done put my blood, my sweat, my tears in this shit (?) Feels like I'mma snap in a minute, yeah, it's happening again Thinking the same shit like everybody else that's up in this bitch, what Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows I'm trapped, all I do is rap, everytime I rap I'm on track (?) bubble rap This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis, crisis How was I supposed to know you'd turn up like you did Feels like I'm going psycho again And I might just burn my lip I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid Cause I'm running circles with [Hook] [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I haven't been this fucking confused since I was a kid Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did Maybe this is for me, maybe Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy Maybe I'll do it 3 AM in the morning with Shady Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter Tryna say the same (?) shit, get your ass kicked, magnet Wrap your head up in plastic Soon I'm in a casket, dirt nap with the maggots It's tragic, it's sad it's Never gonna end, now we number one again With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate Accept it, respect it This a gift God gave me like an air of lungs And everything with it