Hypocrite - O.C.

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Yea

Yo, flaws and fallacies of life

Material items and shit

Beware motherfuckers

Word up, don’t let it getcha, you know?

This shit ain’t nothing

One time, check him out

Yo, you live the life of a hustle

Not sympathetic to a user

Making cats fast taking trips to Bermuda

Elegant women, all lovely and feminine

Houses with arces, and big pools for swimming in Big transactions, swiping all the action

Driving a Benz and Lex, you be like maxing

Jewels be on truck shit

Rims with fat clusters

Diamonds on your teeth, shining shimmers and lusterous

And God’s hanging sideways, holding your head high

Cruising through a block, so you past a dreads

Now the dreads are looking hard at your face Mr. Fly Guy

Unaware tonight their gonna do a fucking drive by Go home watch a sci-fi flick, with a chick, till

10pm, now it’s time for you to dip

Go round up a few men hold a classified

Info inside, hand picked these nigga’s you confided in the shippment

To pick up quick, click off Clyde’s

Seven numbers for you if their gonna demise

A scheme of betrayal

Guess in your valley you was higher then self

Work, short from another fly guy

By george i think he’s got it Chicks gooms and lump sums

Trickering 5−0 wild to be like dumb dums

One of the few never having a heart

Issue was smart some ass with it Came to cash don’t give a shit

Attitude more money, and more money

Dog days bright, and more sunny

4 in the morning drinking Seneca apple juice in the rent a car

Neighborhood star, got riddled and scarred

A lose cannon or cannons

Over famish foe, became shaddow or did death and did (damage)

Now I knew this kid true to life

Word life, he preached righteousness and shit

And turned to be a Hypocrite