See if I gotta lie to kick it I'd just rather not kick it, man Take me for who I am In the words of Dolemite "If you don't, confidentially I don't give a damn" See, everybody think they gotta try to portray an image But this how it really go
[Verse 1] Watch ya boy, here I come, rolling down the avenue Not in a Bentley or a Phantom, just a Malibu Sorry if you met me and you thought I had a slab or two I'm living in the hood, I got one crib and that'll do Grinding every day but I ain't sittin' on seven figures I'm not a gangster murderer who shot up twenty niggas I don't lie about my lifestyle, I do me and I get love And I never made it rain 20 G's inside a strip club No diamonds on my fingers or my neck cus I don't sport 'em 1) Because it ain't my style and 2) I can't afford 'em If you can, do your thing boy, go hard up in the paint I don't knock you if that's you, but I do knock you if it ain't Yeah I'm still making records, travelling, knocking these shows off And backstage ain't no groupies dare ripping my clothes off I'm not a powderhead, braggin' bout sniffin' my nose off And I wasn't sippin' drink, I was just sleeping so I dozed off
[Hook] I'm not balling out of control, I never made it rain My Twitter's not blowing up, I'm still on the chain I just laugh when these rappers be lyin' bout what they got Cus everything these suckers claim they are I promise you they're not
[Verse 2] The spots that I be going to ain't got no red carpet My car's right next to yours, the valet didn't park it My wardrobe is simple, no one cares how much it costed This shirt was $9.99 at King's flea market I'm not in VIP I'm in the main club wit' ya And when I left, no paparazzi was takin' pictures I'm not a mob boss, a kingpin moving weight And I ain't never ran a car load of bricks across the state I just walked in, pulled out a wad of money and it was on "What you do?" Paid my cable license, phone and went back home Yeah I might fly to a show, hit the stage and rock the livest set But coach seats, no first class, no private jet No worldwide street team, like some of these liars I paid a crackhead $10 to pass out my flyers My single ain't on fire, I barely got a buzz No millions in the bank, but on that note I wish it was
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[Verse 3] Ain't no lake behind my house where we swim and go fishing I don't live in the mansion with four or five kitchens The women don't scream when they see me like Justin Bieber And I never dated a star or supermodel either I don't do drivebys and I'm not sowing the game up I never made a sex tape to try to blow my name up The flash and that industry hype, I'm not pursuing that And wreckin' all them rappers.. hold up, wait... I do be doing that Why you braggin' on the image that you never could prove? I ain't frontin' like these fools, I'm just a regular dude Ain't no entourage around me frontin' and actin' hard When I show up at the door it's just me and the good Lord No million dollar video shoot, no glitz, no glamour My partner did it free with a handheld HD camera And I never won a Grammy, and my album went wood But I got a ghetto plat, for showin' love to every hood
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[Outro] I can't believe y'all be believin' these dudes, man I been seein' these cats about Maybachs And then roll up in a Toyota Corolla Fool your favourite rapper work at Taco Cabana or somewhere, man Just be who you are, man, keep it real, get it the right wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
