Your Favorite Rapper - Alley Boy

Yeah your favorite rapper’s a damn lie

Sneaks lyin nigga boy I testify

I done seen you niggas 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 nigga

I fuck with real silent killers you won’t hear my nigga

Blood thirsty is the pack like a laughing hyena

You nigga free bitch I can smell the bitch and the.

Here’s the bullet boys nigga digging diamonds and d

I’m at the doorstep nigga 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 niggas lying through their teeth lining up on me

So we gonna ride in the street, treyvon martin fuck peace

Religion war, crack epidemic

You rappers all gimics and throwin all twenty

This ain’t no pull out grill bitch ey

This ain’t no rent payin bitch ey

These niggas lying they ain’t mercing shit

When I throw down he gonna shit and piss

Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie x 8

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 nigga

Gunfight if you ain’t' dead be still nigga

And who is you to ever question who’s a real nigga

You never been, you never was, you never will nigga

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 fuck I got to prove

To a mother fucker with nothing to lose?

Never, Never been shit ever

Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie x 8

(oooooooh shit)

Desperado guns nigga I got tools for dues

Fuck your labels deals bitch we want ten mill for school

Your nigga pussy in the streets Hollywood they start

Your favorite rapper is a gimic nigga see who you are

But if they say I’m a hater got the idustry fooled

No niggas use to fuck 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 fuck with these niggas

I keep these pussies all around me you ain’t gonna sneak me nigga

As the swisher burn slow, blood money count slow

Label duct taped industry niggas remain…

80 bands on my wrist bitch please rappers hide it from jewlers

Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie x 8