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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
E-40
Vocals
B-Legit
Vocals
4rAx
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl T Stevens
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Denton
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He say that he rich, he got all the bitches
His **** don't like 'em, and they his ****
In jail, they a write him and they a send him a copy
Tell him in the bank he ain't light
First one to sing, last to blast
Tell on his team, he ain't gon' last
A person, place, or thing, is a noun
I ain't lyin', my ****
I'm not a clown
I ain't perfect, I promise
But bitch, I'm truthful when honest
They ain't got no respect for her
And they refuse to pay homage
They think my favorite rapper garbage, they a lie
E-40, the greatest rapper alive
He talk the shit, no rehearsin', not commercial
Be smokin' purple
We flippin' them styles, actin' badly
Might slow up and go to turbo
[Verse 2]
Crafty with his verbal, who never turn on his circle
He'll drink once you blow the herbal
He'll be glow side up in the oracle
[Verse 3]
There's only one rule, break it
See me, I do what the fuck I want
You ain't a real one, you be fakin'
I could tell he was a fraud from the jump
[Verse 4]
****, you ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ain't a real ****, you ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
****, you ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
[Verse 5]
**** pump fake like they gettin' cake
Toss the homie cop money on the ground
He said it's lit like '88
Hashtag, **** I've been gettin' bands, bands
But you ain't got no grams
No keys, no pills, ****, no plans
Only good when you with your mans
And when you from where I'm from
They'll put the scam
Watch who you fuckin' with
Suckas always on some sucka shit
Type of **** likes to move his lips
Actin' like he got it locked, movin' zips
But a real **** know better
I can tell by the shoes and the sweater
Like you ain't havin' no cheddar
The type to always take the twelfth letter
[Verse 6]
There's only one rule, break it
See me, I do what the fuck I want
You ain't a real one, you be fakin'
I could tell he was a fraud from the jump
[Verse 7]
****, you ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ain't a real ****, you ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
[Verse 8]
Yo sold dope for a week, and then you quit
According to your raps, you was it
You got 'em thinkin' you savvy and hella beasty and hard
You ain't been block approved and tested on the boulevard
Your ghetto pass ain't revoked, 'cause you never had one
You a fraud, you a joke, real **** laughin'
You get your game from the net, I get my game from the vet
You the type to break up with your bitch with a text
A fucker in the flesh, just like all the rest
A hater at his best, stay in mess
Talkin' too much'll get your gums knocked in
The lip service you showin' and jowlin'
Some of you **** can't tell a peach from a apricot
All you do is throw soft and cock block
Goal tendin' and baller blockin', you can keep it
****, you lie so good, you make your own self believe it
[Verse 9]
There's only one rule, break it
See me, I do what the fuck I want
You ain't a real one, you be fakin'
I could tell he was a fraud from the jump
[Verse 10]
****, you ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ain't a real ****, you ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
You ah lie
Written by: Earl T Stevens