[Intro]
Study long, study wrong, nigga
Hey, y'all close that front door
ya'll let flies in this motherfucker
Close that door!
My Og up in this motherfucker 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

[Verse 1]
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 the burner stashed 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

[Hook] (x2)
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

[Verse 2]
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)
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

[Bridge]
Askin', "where the hoes at? " to impress me
Askin', "where the moneybags? " to impress me
Say you got the burner stashed 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

[Verse 3]
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] (x2)
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