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 arches 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 lustrous      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 niggas   You confided in the shipment      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, goons and lump sums   Tickering 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   Four 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?