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• 1 media/Front.jpg 2017-06-10T13:12:36-07:00 You Ain't Gotta Lie (Momma Said) 2 plain 2017-06-24T12:41:39-07:00 Study long, study wrong, nigga
  Hey, y'all close that front door, ya'll let flies in this motherfucker
  Close that door!
  My OG up in this motherfucker right now
  My pops man with the bottle in his hand, actin' a fool
  Hey, hey, babe check it out, Imma 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
  
  [Bridge:]
  Askin', "where the hoes at?" to impress me
  Askin', "where the moneybags?" to impress me
  Say you got to burn your stash 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
  
  [Hook x2:]
  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
  
  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
  
  [Hook x2]
  
  [Bridge]
  
  What do you got to offer?
  Tell me before you we off ya, put you deep in the coffin
  Been allergic to talkin', been aversion to bullshit
  Instead of dreamin' the auction, tell me just who your boss is
  Niggas be fugazie, bitches be fugazie
  This is for fugazie niggas and bitches who make habitual line 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
  So 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:
  
  [Hook]