Pusha T - Your Favorite Rapper lyrics

(Verse 1: Alley Boy) Yeah your favorite rapper’s a damn lie Sneaks lyin n***a boy I testify I done seen you n***as kind before It ain’t no way we could be friends, blood shed provoked It ain’t gonna be a pretty picture I swear to God my n***a I f** with real silent k**ers you won’t hear my n***a Blood thirsty is the pack like a laughing hyena You n***a free b**h I can smell the b**h and the.. Here’s the bullet boys n***a digging diamonds and d I'm at the doorstep n***a didn’t think I come I’ll have a bottle with friends who betray the Judas I got a real trap hell runs starters and shooters These n***as lying through their teeth lining up on me So we gonna ride in the street, treyvon martin f** peace Religion war, crack epidemic sponsored links You rappers all gimics and throwin all twenty This ain’t no pull out grill b**h ey This ain’t no rent payin b**h ey These n***as lying they ain't mercing sh** When I throw down he gonna sh** and piss (Hook x2) Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie (Verse 2: Pusha T) Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie You can double check this record that I stand by How real is he if he been paying for his blood ties He blood in, he blood out at a blood drive Red cross, blue shield, blue steel n***a Gunfight if you ain't' dead be still n***a And who is you to ever question who’s a real n***a You never been, you never was, you never will n***a Ha,Bought mama's Jag in '01, The only hits I had then was a nose run Dropped "Grindin'", let you hear just how the dope's slung Then Shot the video where I was buying my dope from If that ain't' autobiographical the indictment mentions clothes lines and rappers too Tell me what the f** I got to prove To a mother f**er with nothing to lose? Never, Never been sh** ever (Hook x2) Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie (Verse 3: Alley Boy) Desperado guns n***a I got tools for dues f** your labels deals b**h we want ten mill for school Your n***a p**y in the streets Hollywood they start Your favorite rapper is a gimic n***a see who you are But if they say I'm a hater got the idustry fooled No n***as use to f** with em say he used to be cool I draw the line in the sand for them to make their move I'm just let it get its best knights got real tools But I ain't hypnotized you see the greed in my eyes I’m from the streets where easy money be the reason you die But I got real trust issues I don’t f** with these n***as I keep these pussies all around me you ain't gonna sneak me n***a As the swisher burn slow, blood money count slow Label duct taped industry n***as remain foe 80 bands on my wrist b**h please rappers hide it from j**ellers Need to tap on that fee, these some b**h n***as (Hook x2) Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie