Hypocrite

[Intro: O.C.]

What?

Yeah

Yo, flaws and fallacies of life

Material items and shit

Beware, motherfuckers

Word up, don’t let it get ya, you know?

That shit ain’t nothing

One time, check him out

Yo

[Verse: O.C.]

You lived the life of a hustler, not sympathetic to a user

Making cash fast, taking trips to Bermuda

Elegant women, all lovely and feminine

Houses with acres and big pools for swimming in

Big transactions, swiping all the action

Driving a Benz and a Lex, you be, like, maxing

Jewels be on truck shit, rims with fat clusters

Diamonds on your teeth, shining shimmers illustrious

And God’s hanging sideways, holding your head high

Cruising through a block, so you past some dreads

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

Unaware, tonight they’re gonna do a fucking drive-by

Go home, watch a sci-fi flick with a chick ‘til