| Lying cause you don’t wanna fight, not tonight
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| So we both keep smiling
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| And a blog attitude to our lives
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| Guess we’ll both die trying
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Seen a different world up close
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| Living through a dream I write
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| I’m gon' make mistakes, I know
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| But I’ll never ever change my coast
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| Tell me what I wanna hear
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| Cause the truth don’t feel to good
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| Tell it to me nice and clear
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| So I’m not misunderstood
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| As I drop my little two cents
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| I know this just a business that my passion gets confused with
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| My pimping part of the problem but motherfuck a solution
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| Make the money in Oxford then probably blow it in Houston
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| Niggas paying for pussy but taxing for whack verses
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| I audit the competition like something done come up missing
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| Fingers just started itching, lotion can barely fix it
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| Throw money at me, I catch it
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| Don’t worry 'bout how to pitch it
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| I’m gifted, but you knew that from the beginning, huh?
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| Statements at home but I’m grown so I’m getting by
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| Even eating soul food like it’s '95
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| Feel it’s do or die
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| Cause the man with the most to offer is often the overlooked
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| Spent days at the library, now I’m often overbooked
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| No juking inside my movements, but haters is often shook
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| These women is fishing for ballers but, baby, I’m off the hook
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| Aware of my social status like whites aware of my blackness
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| Slaving to get a piece, tell master to kiss my ass is too perfect
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| Avoiding practice, but my OG told me «Work»
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| So I’mma hold it down like I’m drowning what I’m worth
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| I put in work
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| Tell me what I wanna hear
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| Cause the truth don’t feel to good
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| Tell it to me nice and clear
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| So I’m not misunderstood
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| Sometimes the truth hurts but I know it make you better
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| I ain’t giving you a lecture, but these words will live forever
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| Usually I wouldn’t rap this, but feel it more than ever
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| When my fam give me advice, but I just treat it like whatever
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| I came up clueless, so it’s hard to understand me
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| I’m the type to trade a Grammy for some more time with my family
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| I’m lying, LA nice, hit the bed like Dodgers might
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| Moving on up since the flow is dynamite, doing fine
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| At least that’s what you tell me
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| Sweet the sound of ignorance, ignoring pain to help me
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| I trust you like my brother, dawg
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| But love it when the curtains drawn
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| So keep your truce stuck in its tracks
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| You defy the smoke and mirrors, threw that monkey on my back
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| I’ve been going ape shit for complacence
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| I became sick, when I die, ill
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| Hospice where I chill, get a number to myself
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| Tell me what I wanna hear
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| Tell me what I wanna hear
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| Cause the truth don’t feel to good
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| Tell it to me nice and clear
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| So I’m not misunderstood |