[Intro: Woody Allen sample]
"It appears to me a great toast
Here's to the girls that grow dumb
A dumb girl is a dope
A dope is a drug
A doctor prescribes d** to relieve pain
So a dumb broad is just what the doctor ordered."
*Laughter*
"Isn't that great"
[Verse 1: REL FromTheQ6]
See you don't know how much I'm hurting inside
I made TRTHS on purpose to hurt you
And it worked in my eyes
On top of that these hating n***as who work in disguise
And take all my records personal
Would look the world in they eyes
And tell them that I'm fake and I don't care bout the city that raised me
Cuz I ain't help you make it?
Cuz I came a way from the bottom
That you was too scared to take
Then get upset cuz I ain't let you trace it?
I'm always caught up in some situation
Guess the hate just made me a bit abrasive
Don't go to parties or functions
Cuz sh** is getting basic
Women who love us and n***as who hate stare our faces
But by the end of the night it seems like they never say sh**
Postponed the album
Had people saying the kid was crazy
Like I been waiting but Rel ain't even the hottest
How dare he try to take some vacation
Well let me tell you my life can get crazy
I might pave the way for some n***as
Who's writing these pages
Tired of favors
3 years later my mind is still racing
What happened to people
Why are they changing
Sometimes I feel like God stripped a lot from my past
Cuz their lives were complacent
Now all I see is phony n***as who not entertaining
The difference is I don't feel the need to lie when I say sh**
Like you to tell me what been you jealous of
People would bash my city happily
Then get mad at me for actually stepping up
I need a love
That's bout chicken dinners and ticket stubs
No matter how hard it can get with us
We ain't giving up
That's real as f**
I been all over lately
I promise baby imma keep it gravy
Hate when my past begins to chase me
But I got it n***a
I'm solid n***a
I'm the one like a dollar n***a
Holla n***a
We out