[Intro:]
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Alright, alright, welcome to the label, man
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Now check this out, man, listen.
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I know you're known for just being honest and transparent and all that good stuff
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But listen, we ain't got no time for all that, man
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That don't make no money
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We need you to tell lies, lies, and more lies, man
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It's all about selling out
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Don't give the people what they need, give 'em what they want, baby
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Lie to these folks, man!
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[Verse: Lecrae]
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I'm on now, I can't even stand me
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Look at me, Mama, I'm known now, I got me a Grammy
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Call Kami, Khiana, and Tammy, and tell 'em that I made it
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Broke my heart in the seventh grade, so this is how I repay 'em
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They say that money can't make you, they probably ain't making money
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It made me richer than you, and it made me look at you funny
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You don't really want it, you don't want no problems, problems
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Goons be like, "Whatever you need, dawg, call me."
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So I be like doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, solve it
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Money on his head, I put that boy under the wallet
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I can't even rap like that, but insecurity would have me sounding whack like that
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I already made it when I graduated from high school
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Ain't validated 'cause I'm at the top of the iTunes
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But I too was once a fool for nice shoes
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Spiteful of dudes who do what I like to
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But if I'm honest on the other side of fame, it's the same stains in the latrine
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You still can't buy love, and ain't no way to buy off pain
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That's why these rich folks blow out their brains
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More insecure they are the more they brag, advertising their pain
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I don't want no parts of learning that thing
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Oh wait, hold up, this where I'm supposed to do something
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Lyrical miracle metaphor simile onomatopoeia on a period
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You's a peon, period, I dominate rap
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I failed algebra, and I ain't paid my property tax
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Oh well, I got bars, family behind bars
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Throw money at insecure women and fine cars
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People stealing right under my nose and my taxes whack
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But no need to worry, my accountant handles that, right
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I mean what you expect? I do anything to gain your respect, sell out
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[Outro:]
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What you doing, man?
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You know you started off good then you started telling the truth
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We ain't got no time for that
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This is Lie-A-Lot records
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We need you to tell more lies
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Hello?
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Hello?
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Hey where you going, man?
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Come back here, man
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Church Clothes 2!
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I ain't got to hear that you love it, cause I know that you love it!
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Sell Out
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Lecrae |