Hypocritec

C13, Collector's Item hypocrite, yeah
You's a Hy-Po-Crite (I'm goin' In)

Body of a goddess but her skinny jeans
It don't fit i Kinda like a gal who breaks
The law like she Moses
Y'all be the minority
You might as well oppose me
But if I take her home
She'd be the mama of my own kids
So anytime at all, I'd take her out
Photo Shoot
The party's at my place, It's goin' down
Golden Stool
You gotta know her well to come around
And only few
Thinks she the hottest in this town
And only you don't suspect, you trusted
You loved her readily
They say that love is blind
That's the reason why you barely see
Homies keep on tellin
You a snake? Nigga lemme be
I figured it was gossip and
Rumor is the enemy
Little did I know the Shordy was a thief
Little did I know that she
Wasn't meant to be she never really cared
She was in for the paper
Now love is in the air and
My dreams turn to vapor

They goin' smile up in your face
Celebrate when you lose
When you fail they jubilate
Put the brakes on your moves
You be Hy-Pro-Crite
Chale you be Hy-Pro-Crite

(Y'all) Now forget Fricky, I'mma tell mine
So funny how people wanna sit on my shine
I ignore haters, they just waste my time
But don't push it yo
You better not cross the line
She said she was a fan, better yet a sister
If I need a friend
I shouldn't hesitate to jist her
She said 'I got your back'
She said 'I'd be your spine'
But when my spine broke
It was Hasta la Vista
He claimed he was my boo, better yet my Romeo
He was the model man, man from the get go
'I go die for you', you that was his motto
But all he said was never true
It was just for show
Fake shoes, who're you impressing? man
We don't care
Just do you 'cuz consequence is
For you to bear
Yeah, they would stare but the
Real gem is rare
So be you, just be you, Nigga

Now there is a twist to the story
Some would come around when you
Hit for your glory
Got your traitors feeling sorry
Had to leave the girl 'cuz
My friends told me bullshit
Who apparently, didn't steal
(steel) nothing like a goldsmith
Wanted proof
Huh?but sadly they're they clue
They stab you when you snooze now
They're happy you in the news
I mean I got my boys back
Gladly they are few
Like, how you goin' work late
And still not carry tools, huh?
Anyways, you see I'm pushing weight
They really really hate it when
They see you doing great
You shoulda listen less to what peple say
Cuz 9 out of ten, them be Hy-Po-Crites
(craze)