You So Phony

Cassidy

If you in the industry, you ain't my homie Motherfucker cause the industry is full Of phony motherfuckers Real niggas in the industry Is lonely motherfuckers Cause the industry is full Of phony motherfuckers You so phony (Who so phony?) Homie, you make me sick cause you As fake as it get you so phony Homie, I'm official, you a gimmick You a snitch, just admit it You a bitch, switch your image real rap Real cats is hard to find in the business I was taught to keep my mind on My business and mind my business Cause you dudes fake For that food on your plate Get your food ate Delicious! You niggas soft like Martin mama biscuit's I buck shots like BDP, my heater squeeze I'm cold with the Tommy - if you try me You could easily bleed what came first The weed plant or the seed of weed? Put a Magnum on when you smash A jawn or get Eazy-E time ticking You can't judge a book by it's cover But motherfuckers know my Life story non-fiction Your punchlines fiction My punchlines sickening I'm legendary my parents rap It's hereditary The greatest line you could ever say I done said already if I ain't the best Then whoever better is dead already You gotta watch the dudes that move with you Cause your worst enemy will front Like he cool with you my only friend my gat Cause cats act like they your friend Then stab you in the back Now, what type of friend is that? My friend a rat, I'm not defending that I ain't into that my friend a snitch I'm ending the friendship It's a Reynolds Wrap When I rap, cats get intimidated I renovated my flow so Niggas could imitate it i been your favorite I used to cut so much coke That I'd been a razor Now I got pull like slot machines - you ever been to Vegas? The Hustler been hustling since The beginning stages I rent from Avis or Enterprise And go get the pies hit the road Come back to the kitchen stove And whip the pies break it down, bag it up Add it up and then flip the pies Forget the lies - coke to broke Folk is like shit to flies Don't let this business get you hypnotized Homie, I just took a pay cut When shit hit the fan I hit my man that's moving weight up To get my cake up I take a bitch that got some A-cups Then stuff her bra with the bricks Now she got some bigger tit's That's the best way - TSA Don't even frisk the bitch Cause now she got some double D's Titties worth a couple ki's Loafers with the double G's Jacket worth a couple G's I hustle trees cause I made a Dub off a couple p's trust and believe I'm in the mood for some new bitches Dude, you sent the bitches I Got nude some nude pictures In this crew business, I ain't got no homies Cause niggas so fake, so phony I'm so lonely

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