Bun B - Allergic lyrics

[Verse 1: 8Ball] Myself at all times, I'm so allergic to phony One of a kind, original, means I'm the one and only God put me here to be humble and help my family survive Sometimes I'm a victim of ignorance in my own pride The devil be workin' on me, I make it so easy for him God be talkin' to me, I light up the weed and ignore him Money be on my mind, so much I hurt the ones I love I move four hundred of stacks and rarely do it because of the love My co*ky conscious be like "you bigger than all that small talk" That's why my listeners be so rapped up in 8Ball's thoughts I talk it just howI see it, the censored version never surface Seem like the lack of love I get in the industry be on purpose I brush my shoulders off and keep it unique whatever I speak Somebody must like me cause every album I did leaked Content harsh, my heart won't let me talk it soft You n***as is radio friendly, find something else to talk about [Hook] I'm allergic to phony, I'm allergic to fakes I'm allergic to s**ers, I'm allergic to snakes I'll be sneezing and coughing Got me coughing and choking Thank your f**in' which is pimpin' boy, you must be jokin' I'm allergic to phony, I'm allergic to fakes I'm allergic to s**ers, I'm allergic to snakes I'll be sneezing and coughing Got me coughing and choking Thank your f**in' which is pimpin' boy, you must be jokin' [Verse 2: Bun B] I'm from the land of the trill, Port Arthur Texas the city Where broads be on the block boppin' and gully gangsters get gritty From the 'jects on the west side where they throw up their sets To the east where they put in work with no kinds of regrets I've seen so many things, the average fool couldn't handle See brother k**ed brother, put out his lights like a candle Seein' gangsters turned into s**ers in ten seconds flat Because it ain't just where you from, it's where the f** are you at But if there's one that I've learned in all my time in this game Is don't let ho n***as and ho sh** take you out of your lane So from weak sh** I refrain, and from weak dudes I'm averted I'm the king of the trill so if you ain't real I'm allergic b**h move around [Hook] [Verse 3: k**er Mike] These boys ain't official, they soft as a tissue They claimin' they men but they f**in' the b**h They claimin' they bang but they colors are changin' They snitch to the cops to eliminate danger These rappers is lame, these rappers are liars How could you act all these fraudulent guys Before I do that I will find me a job Or find me a fake phony rapper to rob It could be her, it could be him If they're a group then it could be them But that wouldn't be me cause I'm opposite that Opposite lame, opposite wack Never a liar, I'm right and exact Exactly right when I'm rippin' the mic The life I recite is exactly Mike The life you recite is exactly hype See first you was trippin' and rippin' and crippin' And now you're bloodin', druggin' and thuggin' Seeing you s**ers is driving me crazy False, you phony, you fake, fugazi p**y, you posers you'd better pray that I never catch you alone Or I'm grabbin' that tone and puttin' that bullet Right through your b-b-b-bone [Hook]