[Adam Levine]
got nowhere to go,
nowhere to run and hide no matter how hard I try

[50 Cent]
Old me I went from plain filthy to filthy rich
Many emotions some sh*t so I could never trust a bitch
I tried to help ***** get on they turned around and spit
Right in my face so Game and Buck both can suck a dick
Now when you're him it may sound like it's some other shit
'Cause I'm not writing anymore they not makin' hits
I'm far from perfect there's so many lessons that I learned
If money's evil look at all the evil (I have 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, 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 f**king sheds chopping my box Chevy
Sipping some of of that revenge juice, getting my taste buzz ready
To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
I think you f**king meatballs keep on just forgetting
Party was finished, motherfucker, it's only the beginning
He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', f**k who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them (?)
Motherfucking wall with 3000 volts of electricity
Now take the other and dump him then pluckhim, motherfuckers in each
One of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally f**king see
That'll teach you to (?) me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit
F**k letting up , you gonna end up (?), you better not bet it all against me
Feels like I'mma snap in a minute, yeah, it's happening again
I'm thinking about the same motherfucker that everybody else that's up in this bitch, what 50?
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, so all I do is rap, but everytime I rap I'm on track
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrap
This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know it'd turn up like it 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 in circles with
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I haven't been this f**king 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 like Shady
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter
Tryna say the same classic, get your a** kicked
Man crook, wrap your head up in plastic
See, now I'll pick the 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 the air in the lungs
And every f**king thing with it
[Hook]