I can spot you a mile away, I can see your insecurities written all on your face
So predictable your words, I know what you're gonna say
Who you foolin' or you assumin'? You can just come and hang
With the homies, but your love for 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 lab factory every time they mention your name
Asked where the *** sat to impress me
Asked where the money bags to impress me
Say you got the burning stash to impress me
It's all in the head, homie
Asked where the blood got to impress me
Asked where the jug got to impress me
Asked where the set only upsets me
You sound like the beds on...
You ain't gotta lie You ain't gotta try so hard
And the world don't respect you and the culture don't accept you
But you think it's all love
And the world don't respect you and the culture don't accept you

The girls gon' neglect you once your parody is done
Reputation can't protect you if you never had one
Jealousy, emotional, self-pity, under oath
The loudest one in the room, that's a complex
Let me put it back in proper context
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, man
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, man
You ain't gotta try so hard
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, man
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, man
You ain't gotta try so hard
Asked where the **** sat to impress me
Asked where the money bags to impress me
Say you got the burning stash to impress me
It's all in your head, homie
Asked where the plug at to impress me
Asked where the jug at to impress me
Asked where it sat only upsets me
You sound like the feds, homie
What do you got to offer?
Tell me before we offer you
Put you deep in that coffin
Been allergic to talking
Been aversion to bulls***
And sell a dream in an auction
Tell me just who your boss is
Be full gazey, **** be full gazey
This is for full gazey, ****
To make a bitch you will line babies
Bless them little hearts
You can never persuade me
You can never relate me
To him, to her, or that, or them
Or you, the truth, you love to bend
In the back, in the bed, on the floor
That's your **** on the couch
In the mouth, I be out, really out
You see loud rich, got low money
And loud broke, got no money
The irony behind it is so funny
And I seen it all this past year
Pass on Summer Fight Sweet Fail
You ain't gotta lie to kick him out
You ain't gotta lie to kick him out
You ain't gotta try so hard
You ain't gotta lie to kick him out
You ain't gotta lie to kick him out
You ain't gotta try so hard
You ain't gotta lie to kick him out

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