[Intro] Study long, study wrong, nigga Hey, y'all close that front door, ya'll let flies in this motherfucker Close that door! My OG up in this motherfucker right now My pops man with the bottle in his hand, actin' a fool Hey, hey, babe check it out, Imma tell you what my mama had said, she like:[Verse 1] I could spot you a mile away I could see your insecurities written all on your face So predictable your words, I know what you gonna say Who you foolin'? Oh, you assuming you can just come and hang With the homies but your level of realness ain't the same Circus acts only attract those that entertain Small talk, we know that it's all talk We live in the Laugh Factory every time they mention your name[Bridge] Askin', "where the hoes at?" to impress me Askin', "where the moneybags?" to impress me Say you got to burn your stash to impress me It's all in your head, homie Askin' "where the plug at?" to impress me Askin' "where the juug at?" to impress me Askin' "where it's at?" only upsets me You sound like the feds, homie[Hook] (x2) You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You ain't gotta try so hard[Verse 2] And the world don't respect you and the culture don't accept you But you think it's all love And the girls gon' neglect you once your parody is done Reputation can't protect you if you never had one Jealousy (complex), emotional (complex) Self-pity (complex), under oath (complex) The loudest one in the room, nigga, that's a complex Let me put it back in proper context[Hook] (x2)[Bridge][Verse 3] What do you got to offer? Tell me before you we off ya, put you deep in the coffin Been allergic to talkin', been aversion to bullshit Instead of dreamin' the auction, tell me just who your boss is Niggas be fugazie, bitches be fugazie This is for fugazie niggas and bitches who make habitual line babies, bless them little hearts You can never persuade me You can never relate me to him, to her, or that to them Or you, the truth you love to bend In the back, in the bed, on the floor, that's your ho On the couch, in the mouth, I'll be out, really though So loud, rich niggas got low money And loud, broke niggas got no money The irony behind it is so funny And I seen it all this past year Pass on some advice we feel:[Hook]
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