Study long, wrong, nigga Hey, y'all close that front door, let flies in this motherfucker that door! My OG up in this right now My pops man with the bottle in his hand, a fool Hey, hey, babe it out Imma tell you what my mama had said, she
I could you a mile away I could see insecurities written all on your face So your words, I know what you gonna say Who you foolin'? Oh, you you can just come and hang With the homies but your level of realness ain't the acts only attract those that entertain Small talk, we know that all talk We live in the Laugh Factory time they mention your name
Askin', "where the at?" to impress me Askin', "where the moneybags?" to me Say you got to your stash to impress me It's all in head, homie "where the plug at?" to impress me Askin' "where the juug at?" to me Askin' "where it's at?" upsets me You sound like the feds,
You ain't lie to kick it, my nigga You ain't gotta lie, you ain't lie You gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You gotta try so hard
You gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You ain't gotta lie, you ain't lie You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my You ain't gotta try so
And the world don't respect you and the culture don't you But you think all love And the girls gon' neglect you your parody is done Reputation can't protect you if you had one (complex), emotional (complex) Self-pity (complex), oath (complex) The loudest one in the room, nigga, that's a Let me put it back in context
You gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You ain't lie, you ain't gotta lie You gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You ain't try so hard
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my You ain't gotta lie, you ain't lie You gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You ain't gotta try so
Askin', "where the at?" to impress me Askin', "where the moneybags?" to me Say you got to burn stash to impress me It's all in your head, "where the plug at?" to impress me Askin' "where the juug at?" to me Askin' "where at?" only upsets me You like the feds, homie
do you got to offer? Tell me you we off ya, put you deep in the coffin allergic to talkin', been aversion to bullshit Instead of dreamin' the auction, tell me just who your is Niggas be fugazie, bitches be This is for fugazie niggas and who make habitual line babies, bless them little hearts You can never me You can never me to him, to her, or that to them Or you, the truth you love to In the back, in the bed, on the floor, your ho On the couch, in the mouth, I'll be out, though So loud, rich got low money And loud, broke got no money The irony it is so funny And I seen it all this year Pass on some advice we
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my You gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my You gotta try so hard
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my You gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie You ain't lie to kick it, my nigga You ain't try so hard