[Hook: [bad word] Mars] 
This ones for you and me living out our dreams 
We're all right where we should be 
With my arms out wide, I open my eyes and now all I wanna see 
Is a sky full of lighters, a sky full of lighters 

[Verse 1: Eminem] 
By the time you hear this, I woulda already spiraled up 
I would never do nothing to let you cowards [bad word] my world up 
If I was you I would duck, or get [bad word] like lightnin’ 
Fighters keep fightin’, put you lighters up, point them skyward, uh 
Had a dream I was king, I woke up still king 
Rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking 
'til nobody else even [bad word]  feels me, 'til it kills me 
I swear to God I’ll be the [bad word]  illest in this music 
There is, or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free 
But from now on I’m refusing to ever give up 
Only thing I ever gave up’s using, no more excuses 
Excuse me, if my head is too big for this building 
And pardon me if I’m a [bad word] prick, but you [bad word] are slick 
Poppin’ [bad word] on how you flipped your life around, crock of [bad word] 
Who you [bad word] tryna kid? Flip [bad word] you did opposite 
You stayed the same, cause [bad word] backwards is still [bad word] you pricks 
I love it when I tell them shove it cause it wasn’t that 
Long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, lustered 
Cause he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing 
Brain fuzzy cause he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzzin’ 
Now you wonder why does it how he does it? Wasn’t cause he has buzzards 
Circling around his head waiting for him to drop dead, was it? 
Or was it cause some [bad word] wrote him off? Little hussy [bad word] fusses  [bad word] it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it? 
What difference it make? What’s it take to get it through your thick skulls 
That this ain’t, some [bad word] people don’t [bad word] back this way 
From a place that was dark as I was in just to get to this place 
Now these words be like a switchblade to a hater’s ribcage 
And let be known from this day forward, I wanna just say thanks 
Cause your hate is what gave me the strength 
So let them bic's raise cause I came with 5'9" but I feel like I’m 6'8" 

[Hook] 

[Verse 2: Royce] 
By the time you hear this I probably already be outty 
I advance like going from toting iron 
To goin and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the Iron Man Audi 
My daddy told me slow down boy, you're going to blow it 
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute 
To tell Shady I love the same way that he did Dr. Dre on the Chronic 
Tell him how real he is or how high I am 
Or how I would kill for him, for him to know it 
I cried plenty tears, my daddy gotta bad back 
So it's only right, that I write till he can march right 
In to that post office and tell 'em to hang it up 
Now his career's Lebron's Jersey in 20 years 
I stop when I'm at the very top 
You [bad word] on me on your way up, there's bout to be a scary drop 
Cause what goes up, [bad word] down 
You goin down I'm something you don't wanna see, like a hairy box 
Every hour, happy hour now, life is wacky now 
Used to have to eat the cat to get the [bad word] 
Now I'm just the cat's meow, oow, I'm classic now 
Always down for the catchweight, like Pacquiao 
Y'all are doomed, I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me 
My car starts itself, parks itself and auto-tunes 
Cause now I'm in the Aston, I went from having my city locked up 
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick 
And now I'm [bad word] to a weed high 
And y'all niggas just gossiping like [bad word] 
On a radio and TV, see me, we fly 
Y'all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee hive 
And how real is that? I remember signing my first deal 
Now I'm the second best, I can deal with that 
Now [bad word] can show his [bad word]  without the MTV awards gag 

[Bridge: [bad word] Mars] 
You and I know what it's like 
To be kicked