Study long, study wrong, nigga

Hey, y'all close that front door, ya'll let flies in this motherf**ker

Close that door!

My OG up in this motherf**ker 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:



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



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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



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]



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]