Lyrics Phony - K.A.A.N., Bleverly Hills

Phony

Man you, said you was dope I doubt it
No cosign and no vouching
My head been where the clouds is
Your heart been where your clout is
No you ain’t really 'bout this
No you ain’t really 'bout shit
See, I’m picking up where I left off
I shoot my shot like a sawed-off
Playing the game like I really want it
Never fabricate I tell the whole truth
This incessant style is innocent
Eat the beat like it was Venison
Veni Vidi Vici when I speak
Ineffective how these niggas be
Insufficient been the fund status
Lord forgive them for they don’t know
I never stall, but I starve for this shit to work
I ain’t never had any opportunities, I just had myself
For what I saw was independence, not no regular work
I’m not dependent on no man
Out here living like nomads
Passed the point of no return, there ain’t no way I can go back
To live how I used to
Safe to say I got used to, all the shit that I dealt with
Singular thoughts got me looking at me
In the mirror, I don’t like what I see
In a mural where you feel immature
Take your time so you’re not premature
Enjoy it all 'cause it could fade away
Who knows if it’s permanent
Get through, tryna penetrate
Make it special, make it resonate
Build something from the ground up
It’s all you, they could never take it
Life’s short, try to live it baby
Be you and appreciate it
Focused, what I must be
It all ends so abruptly
It goes quick nigga, trust me
Won’t stop until I reach the peak
Of my creativity
Wasting time, no I can’t see
I’m a critical thinker
I vanquished all of y’all
The champion status like Ali
Muhammad as salaam alaikum
When you step in my ring
That Boom By Yay be like a drum
There’s no alaikum salaam, you
Get choked, smoked or revoked with a dose of this rope-a-dope
Make 'em double dutch from my wordplay
No response, you ain’t worthy
I wasn’t aware of you but I know you already heard me
It’s levels to this shit, so get rid of your pride and ego
No weapon formed against me shall prosper, my shit is lethal
What a life so phony
I might lose my cool
You just take it from me
I got nothing left for you
What a life so phony
I might lose my cool
You just take it from me
I got nothing left for you
Excuse me can I pick your brain a minute
I mean I usually think yours tasted different
You paint a picture full of fame and women
But they don’t recognize your name on Twitter
I got a problem with the lame pretender
Y’all are puppies bitch, you claim your litter
You tippin' change at dinner
Your hits just ain’t been hittin'
You claim you hang with winners
I seen them on the benches
You need to call up Denny’s
Get you a job that’s paying
Flippin' the sausage maybe
(Flicka-da flicka-da wrist, baby)
Rap game, Charlie Day
Act ways, awkward save
Say you got bars, hotter than a match
Played with Roger, shouts to Federer
I guess I let ya burn
You learn the best is earned
You heard the rest don’t work
You heard it right, boy
I heard the lecture first
I felt the pressure burst
Call it a night, boy
What a life so phony
I might lose my cool
You just take it from me
I got nothing left for you
What a life so phony
I might lose my cool
You just take it from me
I got nothing left for you