You Ain't Gotta Lie (Momma Said)

Study long, study wrong, ****

Aye, y'all close that front door, y'all let flies in this muhfucker

Close that door

My OG up in this muhfucker 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 can spot you a mile away, I can see your insecurities written all over 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

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****

You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****

You ain't gotta try so hard

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****

You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****

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, ****, that's a complex

Let me put it back in proper context

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****

You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****

You ain't gotta try so hard

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****

You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****

You ain't gotta try so hard

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

What do you got to offer?

Tell me before we off ya, put you deep in that coffin

Been allergic to talkin', been a virgin to bullshit

And sell a dream in the auction, tell me just who your boss is

**** be Fugazi, bitches be Fugazi

This is for Fugazi, **** 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 or them or you, the truth you love (Him, her, that, them, you, truth, love)

To bend, in the back, in the bed, on the floor (Bend, back, bed)

That's your ho on the couch, in her mouth, I be out, really though (Ho, couch, mouth)

So loud, rich **** got low money

And loud, broke **** 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 ****

You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****

You ain't gotta try so hard

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****

You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****

You ain't gotta try so hard