[Hook: Adam Levine]
My life, my life
Makes me [bad word] away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere [bad word] and hide
No matter how hard I try

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah, 03, I went from quite filthy to filthy rich
Man, their emotions change so I can never [bad word] a [bad word] 
I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a [bad word] 
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other [bad word] 
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
Entrepreneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me manoeuver
What's it to ya? The track I lace it, it's better than basic
This is my recovery, [bad word]  kid

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Eminem]
While you were sipping your own kool-aid getting your buzz heavy
I was in the [bad word] sheds sharpening my machete
Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
I think you [bad word] meatballs keep on just fo~rgetting
Thought he was finished, [bad word]  it's only the bu-ginning
He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', [bad word] who he's o~ffending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them [bad word] plu~gged in the
 [bad word] wall with 3000 volts of [bad word] city
Now take the other end of 'em, then plug them [bad word] in-each
One of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally fu~cking see
That'll teach you to go voicing your [bad word] #39; opinio~n to me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this [bad word]  [bad word] letting up, you’re gonna end [bad word] gretting you ever betted a~gainst me
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening again
I'm thinking about just saying
"Mother [bad word] everybody that's up in this [bad word]  but 50!"
Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put my heart and soul in this more than anybody knows
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but everytime I rap I'm more trapped
And I rap myself right to this bubble, oh I guess it's bubble wrap
It's like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know [bad word] would turn up like it did?
Feels like I'm going psycho again
And I might just blow my lid
 [bad word]  I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
Cause [bad word] in circles with

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I haven't been this [bad word] 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
Try to say this ain't classic, get your [bad word] kicked mad quick
Wrap your head up in plastic, [bad word] 
Now 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-given, like the air in the lungs
Of every [bad word] thing livin'

[Hook]