Charles Hamilton - The Boy who Cried Wolf lyrics

(Intro) Ya'll n***as never want to listen to me huh? Nobody want to believe me Just the boy who cried wolf huh? [Verse 1] If I had a dollar every time I heard "This n***a rap? The f** this n***a got on? This sh** is wack" I swear by now I'd have a Benjamin stack Could spend it on crap and then get it back in 10 minutes flat This is a fact, no matter my ability to rip on the track And spit 'till I black Ball up a fist just to crack an instrumental No fixing it back I guess a n***a's style ain't a witness to that Favorite color is pink, favorite genre is rock But I can promise you hot hip-hop I'm not gonna stop In cyphers, they used to get annoyed when I look I don't even look the part, I enjoyed the wild looks Cause as soon as I deployed my rhyme book n***as was thinking it was the boy who cried wolf And they got eaten, they stopped speaking I used to want to flip, but n***as will want to hate They want to jump me, go winky right on my face Two Spanish pricks couldn't stand the kid Gave me two black eyes looking like I wore stunner shades Ain't get mad, just mad depressed, but forgot I had mad connects Slip my n***a 50 cash to whoop his a**, while I sit and laugh Looked at him on the ground like "I said I'd get you back" but... [Hook] (They don't wanna believe me) (They don't wanna believe me) (They don't wanna believe me) Haha, you don't wanna believe me n***a? Now your dumb a** layin' there with four black eyes The truth shall set me free But ya'll n***as won't let me be Cause ya'll don't want to believe me huh? Huh? Cause ya'll don't want to believe me huh? Huh? The truth shall set me free But ya'll n***as won't let me be Cause ya'll don't want to believe me huh? Huh? Cause ya'll don't want to believe me huh? Huh? [Verse 2] My wife been a pestilence ever since I cheated with the next chick She feels disrespected, in essence, yes, it's wack what I did But sh**, b**h, get over it Cause this, is, ruining what we got She loves me, but trusts me not Nah, I ain't a player I just crush a lot Literally, my high school crush was hot I ain't gonna lie, yea we f**ed a lot Touched a spot, and yea I really did catch feelings But it's over, she was a drug and now I'm sober Now my girl treating me like a convict So what I'm honest, I'm still trifling Same n***a undercover wifing hoes and still piping hoes But I know when I get home I gotta deal with the psycho Babe I'm not cheating, I been stopped creeping She ain't hearing it, god forbid it goes down on her period End of story, period Now I gotta deal with this sh** for 5 days (and hey yo..) I guess it's her way or the highway Now I'm a liar, caught up in a fire "I know about Makeeta, but who the f** is Nya!?" She's still a rider, but I can't provide the truth In her eyes no matter how hard I try, why would I lie? Lies are lies but, why should I share the truth? God damn, why am I here? I'm being honest with you, but why should I care? It's cause... [Hook]