[Skit: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]

Man, we gotta go get somethin' to eat

Man, I'm hungry as a motherfucker

Ayo man, damn

What's takin' homie so long, son?

50, calm down, he coming

(*nine gunshots*)

Ahh, ohh! What the fuck?!

Ah, son, pull off, pull off

[Intro: Lil Tjay]

Grrt, boom, boom, boom

Look, y'all niggas–

Y'all niggas done fucked up man

I don't really got too much to say though, you know I'm sayin' like

Took 7, man (Stay cool for what? I'm confused)

Y'all niggas know I got the city and

I'm not really a politicker though, like, but, feel me

You gotta feel me

Suck my dick

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]

Youngest in charge, king of my city

I'm the richest to ever do it after Hov', 5th and Diddy

New York, I'm like the motherfuckin' co-founder

Love the feelin', they won't blow up, they can't go around ya

Niggas mad, thought they had a reason to be glad

Can't come out, I just really sit down, chill, and laugh

Thеy like what's the beef, I be likе lets not recite the past

'Cause that's gon' make it even hotter, once we get back on they–

You know

Like what? Mr. Manny steady talkin' like he tough

Caught his ass, ain't have no pole, and he went skippin' off the dust

Type of guy, try to take sum' from me, boy you high

And I ain't sayin' he the suspect but lil' homie out of eye

Old streets rules apply, I got hit, ain't wonder why

All prior

All I know is when they see me, it's goodbye

I know many men out there wanna get me, tell 'em "Bend again"

Never on no scary shit, not afraid like Eminem

Singin' nigga, but you sleep on me that be your flaw

Lettin' me live that was stupid, must think one plus two is four

I'm just buildin' up accord, dick suckers I ignore

Upped it first, but still ain't kill me, I would've shot you in your jaw

[Chorus: 50 Cent, Lil Tjay, Both]

I know many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

Lord, I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Now man, these pussy niggas puttin' money on my head

Go on and get your refund, motherfucker, I ain't dead

I'm the diamond in the dirt that ain't been found

I'm the underground king, and I ain't been crowned

When I rhyme, somethin' special happened every time

I'm the greatest, somethin' like Ali in his prime

I walk the block with the bundles

I've been knocked on the humble

Swing the ox when I rumble, show your ass what my gun do

Got a temper, nigga, go 'head, lose your head

Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs

I walk around, gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder

Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

[Chorus: Lil Tjay, Lil Tjay & 50 Cent]

I know many men wished death upon me

Yeah, I got the guys but I shoot doley

Face shots for the next and last run-up and see

And if you don't believe me, ask them

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Think 'cause I sing that I won't pack your ass

Faceshot, I'll blast your ass, fuck mercy, no need

[Verse 3: Lil Tjay, 50 Cent]

I know 50 might not share this, 'cause he fuck with the opps

Just pray he don't take it down the moment it drop

I ain't get this shit clear, but it's clear that only one nigga gon' be here to survive all the comin' years

That's a music threat, lil' nigga, don't be scared

Sippin' Branson right now, yeah this shit got me lit

I know they like how after seven that boy come back so quick

Well, you don't know, the doctors don't, and I don't know neither

But just for that, I can't give hate, and niggas no breather

Straight off the top go to the block and tell 'em who wanna rich

Bet with a .30 I could get your ass shot more than Nicky

But I'ma double up, let me shut the fuck up off this double cup

I know you got bubble guts, but no purpose to huddle up

Shit crazy, I was gon' speak, but then not

They thought, lil' homie, I got swollen from a fight on the rock

Yeah, I know, this ain't that, lil' niggas got popped

And just for him, I had to remix this and call it "FACESHOT"

(I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie?)

[Chorus: 50 Cent, 50 Cent & Lil Tjay]

Many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

Lord, I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

[Verse 4: 50 Cent]

Every night I talk to God, but he don't say nothin' back

I know he protectin' me, but I still stay with my gat

In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin' TECs on me

Psychic says some bitch done put a hex on me

The feds didn't know much when 'Pac got shot

I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked

I ain't gon' spell it out for you mu'fuckas all the time

Are you illiterate, nigga? You can't read between the lines?

In the Bible, it says what goes around, comes around

"Hommo" shot me, three weeks later he got shot down

Now it's clear that I'm here for a real reason

‘Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fuckin' breathin'

Sunny days wouldn't be special if it wasn't for rain

Joy wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain

Death gotta be easy, ‘cause life is hard

It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred

This is for my niggas on the block twistin' trees in cigars

For the niggas on lock doin' life behind bars

I don't say "Only God can judge me," ‘cause I see things clear

Crooked-ass crackers will give my black-ass a hundred years

I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don

Like Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm

Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me

I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie?

[Chorus: 50 Cent, Lil Tjay]

Many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

Lord, I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

Many men wished death upon me

Yeah, I got the guys but I shoot doley

Face shots for the next and last run-up and see

And if you don't believe me, ask them

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Think 'cause I sing that I won't pack your ass

Faceshot, I'll blast your ass, fuck mercy, no need

[Outro: Lil Tjay]

Ayo, you heard though?

Look, listen real quick and shit, you know what I'm sayin' like

NJPD got my chains, you know what I'm sayin'

They took 'em off of my neck when I was, you know what I'm sayin'

Goin' through my lil' situation and shit

I'on know why would y'all try some dumbass shit like that you-

Suck my dick