Hypocrite Lyrics - Singles - O.c.

What 

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 shadow 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"