[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
10 PM, now it’s time for you to dip
Go round up a few men, holding classified, info inside
Hand-picked, these niggas you confided in shipment
To pick up quick, click off Clyde's
Never gnoming for you if they’re gonna demise a scheme of betrayal
Guess, in your valley, you was high off your self-worth
You’re short from another fly guy
By George, I think he’s got it, chicks, goons, and lump sums
Trickering 5-0 wild to be like dum-dums
One of the few, never having a heart
Issue was smarts up the ass when it came to cash
Don’t give a shit, attitude: more money and more money
Dog days bright and more sunny
Four in the morning, drinking Seneca apple juice in the rented car
Neighborhood star got riddled and scarred
A loose cannon or cannons
Or a famished foe became shadow of death and did (damage)
Now I knew this kid true to life, word life
He preached righteousness and, shit, he turned to be a hypocrite
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