Writer's Block

[Verse One: P-Stunna] I fear one day That I'll run out of words to say Everybody and they momma nowadays is a rapper But once they get famous what they say do not really matter But I'm still in the stage of proving myself So if I say a single line about my wealth I get crucified This is not blasphemy It's do or die I wanna see your resume Before you rock that green rag Cause every nigga that got a green flag Is approved by me If they in the streets If you see a green thug that nigga is not weak Pause I apologize if I got a little off track I guess it's the Writer's Block, or maybe the contact That I'm getting offa Clip's blunt That nigga sittin in the front Two hoes in the back Of the Lac What they doin? Listening to 2 Chainz' Crack [Hook: Eminem] Yeah, yeah I don’t know what else to say I can’t, I can’t think of nothing I’m stumped Here we go! On your feet, stand up Everybody hands up Uh, man, I dunno man Every time I go to think of something played out to say... You already said it [Verse Two: P-Stunna] Lately I've become a changed man Got my shit together like I got paid Stans Meanin even high class people respect me And the police refuse to arrest me Even though the freedom of speech End when the rich white man on the beach Get offend And I don't wanna hurt my fellow man But, can I call you that? When all you do is hate And discriminate And you brought my homie fate Walter was killed by the man Cause the motorcycle would not have hit that trash can If the alcohol was not portrayed In such a way Where it look so cool Man all that shit do Is make a fool Outta you