HYPOCRITES Lyrics

The world is full of hypocrite

I get tired I read the script

I keep my business off the street

I love my hood I don't discrete

Made M's with a phone text

Street whore for the big bag

Bad boys but we fear God

Big fish for the broke corps

Soft boys but still thugs

Hard guys but we show love

Smile back but is fake love

We don't cap but we spend dolls

Pit-bulls we the real dogs

Thug life on a soft lane

Can't sleep if I no see slip

Tough street but we can't quit

I smoke woods and I get high

Spend much for a good kush

I stay woke for a good deal

To share bag with a big seal

The world is full of hypocrite

I get tired I read the script

I keep my business off the street

I love my hood I don't discrete

Stacking money we hitting the roof

Getting the bag and we living with prove

Road to the top and we making the wave

I am learning and wining and I don't wanna fail

Suffering and smiling but keeping it real

Why you calling my cell if you ain't got no deal

You claiming a gang but you telling the corps

They are faking the hype and is making me laugh

Sipping my Syrup I don't wanna cough

Smoking my wood and they calling the corps

Am Living my life and they wore me a coff

I gave them a guala and they gave me a bail

The world is full of hypocrite

I get tired I read the script

I keep my business off the street

I love my hood I don't discrete