You Ain't Gotta Lie [Momma Said]
Study long, study wrong, nigga
Hey, y'all close that front door
Y'all let flies in this motherfucker
Close that door!
My OG up in this motherfucker right now
My pops man with the bottle
Of Hennessy in his hand, actin' a fool
Hey, hey babe, check it out, I'ma 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
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
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
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
(Pause)
What do you got to offer?
Tell me before we off ya
Put you deep in the coffin
Been allergic to talkin'
Been a virgin to bullshit
And sell a dream in the auction
Tell me just who your boss is
Niggas be fugazi, bitches be fugazi
This is for fugazi
Niggas and bitches who make
Habitual lyin' 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
See, 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:
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
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