Alright, alright, welcome to the label, man
Now check this out, man, listen. I know youre known for just being honest and transparent and all that good stuff
But listen, we aint got no time for all that, man
That dont make no money
We need you to tell lies, lies, and more lies, man
Its all about selling out
Dont give the people what they need, give em what they want, baby
Lie to these folks, man!
Im on now, I cant even stand me
Look at me, Mama, Im known now, I got me a Grammy
Call Kami, Khiana, and Tammy, and tell em that I made it
Broke my heart in the seventh grade, so this is how I repay em
They say that money cant make you, they probably aint making money
It made me richer than you, and it made me look at you funny
You dont really want it, you dont want no problems, problems
? be like, Whatever you need, dawg, call me.
So I be like doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, solve it
Money on his head, I put that boy under the wallet
I cant even rap like that, but insecurity would have me sounding whack like that
I already made it when I graduated from high school
Aint validated cause Im at the top of the iTunes
But I too was once a fool for nice shoes
Spiteful of dudes who do what I like to
But if Im honest on the other side of fame, its the same stains in the latrine
You still cant buy love, and aint no way to buy off pain
Thats why these rich folks blow out their brains
More insecure they are the more they brag, advertising their pain
I dont want no parts of learning that thing
Oh wait, hold up, this where Im supposed to do something
Lyrical miracle metaphor simile onomatopoeia on a period
Yous a peon, period, I dominate rap
I failed algebra, and I aint paid my property tax
Oh well, I got bars, family behind bars
Throw money at insecure women and fine cars
People stealing right under my nose and my taxes whack
But no need to worry, my accountant handles that, right
I mean what you expect? I do anything to gain your respect, sell out
What you doing, man?
You know you started off good then you started telling the truth
We aint got no time for that
This is Lie-A-Lot records
We need you to tell more lies
Hey where you going, man?
Come back here, man
Church Clothes 2!
I aint got to hear that you love it, cause I know that you love it!