[ Verse 1: Dolla Black ]
Yeah
It was once told to me, it's rules to this game
Never what I thought, that n***a be a lame
Oh well, same ole sh**, different day, new job, new pay
Had a couple things to happen, now I got some sh** to say, I'm on my way
Never thought that it would end like this, oh well, took a chance
Never look back a second glance, no I ain't saving for the last dance
Gotta get it that's right now, n***as ain't never tell me how
n***a sayin' that he out worked me, ha ha, who laughing now
I'm backing down, won't back it down, ain't none of that sh** here n***a
I been so real n***a, kept that sh** trill n***a
Word to Bun B, word to Pimp C, you know how I live n***a
Only reason this fake sh** boomin' cause the real n***as ain't here
[ Chorus: Dolla Black ]
After all the molly's you popped, and all that loud you burned
All the albums you dropped, muh f**as still ain't learned, he still ain't hot
And after all of that work you said you did, all that money you spent, you still ain't sh**
So rule number one, never listen to no fake a** n***a
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a**, fake a**
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a**, fake a**
[ Verse 2: Dolla Black ]
I remember this one time, nah I won't mention that
I'd rather spit the facts, to really speak the fact
That I'm the realist n***a here to ever spit a track
I mean, you know, hang myself by the noose that I name myself
By the noose that I name myself, really claim myself
Never change myself, for another n***a knowin' that he came for self
So I, keep on doing my thing, won't stop doing my thing
Til I see change, or maybe chains, til I got less fingers, than I got rings
Choosin' that Bentley, maybe that Range
Live in that condo, maybe that range
And so it remains, I'm no doubt entirely hotter than hot in a pocket wit flames n***a
And fake a** n***as don't get it, don't talk that sh** just live it
If I wanted a n***a to pimp my life, don't you think I'll call Xzibit
Don't you think I'll call P. Diddy, to Diddy bop then remix it
Don't you think I'd call, Bradley Cooper for them pills if I wanted no limit, n***a
[ Chorus: Dolla Black ]
After all the molly's you popped, and all that loud you burned
All the albums you dropped, muh f**as still ain't learned, he still ain't hot
And after all of that work you said you did, all that money you spent, you still ain't sh**
So rule number one, never listen to no fake a** n***a
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a**, fake a**
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen
Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a**, fake a**