False Statements lyrics

[Intro]
(Saul, ooh)

[Verse 1]
I ain't worried 'bout these b*tches, only worried 'bout my cake
You ain't talkin' 'bout progressin', baby, get up out my face
Lately, I been feelin' pain, really tryna do the race
I been stayin' in my lane, say middle finger to the snakes
When you start to get the money, start to see that n*ggas fake
Always talk behind your back, then wanna smile in your face
n*ggas droppin' false statements on my name like they gay
'Til I really get to trippin', call my brothers, press play
You ain't never woke up and made bands, what a day
Klockin' klocks to the face, then I end it with some face
n*ggas always on the 'net, they speakin' on me, what you say?
Yeah, I grew up in Iraq, so get the f*ck up out my face
I ain't politic back then, so I don't politic today
I'm from Sac, not the Bay, let's get this sh*t straight
Yeah, I f*cked a couple n*ggas' b*tches, what you got to say?
Couple n*ggas f*cked my b*tches too, it happen every day

[Interlude]
Ain't no school for this sh*t, stupid
Ain't no school for this sh*t
You gotta be smart enough to pick up the information as you go
Now the crazy sh*t is n*ggas'll look like you doin' somethin' wrong, what I do wrong?
Now motherf*ckers say you crazy, n*ggas call me crazy
You know what I be sayin' to 'em when they say that?
n*ggas say I'm crazy, I be thinkin', "Yup"
[Verse 2]
Bottom line, I'm 'bout my bag and I ain't livin' day-to-day
I know India lookin' down, she see me gettin' all this cake
I was broke, so every day, I'm livin' like my birthday
Two klocks in this 'Wood, I'm smokin' in the worst way
Out of all the b*tches top me, your b*tch gave the worst face
They hate to see a n*gga winnin', so they make the worst face
Brodie, the word of today is "cake"
Don't let me see that bucket load, I get to chippin' its paint
I said it's good, it's really not, what the f*ck did you think?
I know I'm gettin' old, mama, and this sh*t ain't the same
I know my daddy ain't the best, but I ain't changin' my name
Me and my brothers gettin' to it, I ain't changin' my gang
I know these b*tches say they love me, but they givin' up brain
To them n*ggas clout chasin', put respect on my name
I think them n*ggas only mad because they life ain't changed
They see me workin', see me grindin' nonstop every day
And I ain't never hated n*ggas, why put salt on my name?
Why put salt on my name?
And I ain't never hated n*ggas, why put salt on my name?
Why put salt on my name? Gone