They are telling a fib
If a nigga say they doing something for me they telling a fib
Nigga ion even got a crib
Niggas still acting like a baby and they a need a bib
I might grab my tool and put one in their rib
I can't be sipping Hennessy
I cant be drinking 4 loko
I can't be selling coco
I am Obinidodo
I gotta grow though
I need you to listen
I can make ya chain glisten
Call me retard one more time
Imma make you lose your mind
They don't see my grind
I left the fake behind
Imma pour a glass of Belair
So I can unwind
Don't call me a name
Imma just ignore you cuz you lame
I aint getting in no trouble
Im not the one to blame
Most of the people picking on me
On hard drugs or they house got bugs
I'm not lost in the sauce but
I'm lost in the tunes
Catch me in the sand dunes
I might go on a safari and
Kick it with baboons
To my pit bull in the sky
I'm sending out balloons and
I don't go near the lagunes
Life is very very short that's why
I show a lot of gratitude
People got a attitude
I enjoy a lot of solitude
I don't hang with the multitude
People can be rude and
Their humor crude
I'm on a trip all by myself
I'm not with a dude
Clothes all on my body
I'm not in the nude
Niggas got me misconstrued and
I don't like how I'm being viewed
Fake niggas I exclude
So I can seclude
I gotta change my ways today
I can't be living like back in the day
Cuz these people do not play and
I don't need no fake nigga
To cramp my style
That's why I dont need a fake
Nigga to make my phone to dial
If a nigga say they doing something for me they telling a fib
Nigga ion even got a crib
Niggas still acting like a baby and
They need a bib
I might grab my tool and
Put one in their rib
I might go back to ATL and
Send them faggot bitches to hell
Make em put a dollar in the wishing well
I might be in Marietta like a go getta
I might go searching for a Beretta
I might be in Sandy Springs
Snatching all yo rings
I might be in Lenox mall
Doing big things
I might be in Buckhead
Nigga leave you in a shed
Might run up in yo house
While you in the bed
I might be on Druid Hills selling pills
If a fake bitch a fish acting like a fish
Imma cut they gills
Lawd have mercy
Them people fake!
I need some more money I can make
Imma show up uninvited to your estate
This some ATL shit and
Ion like it one bit
I'm in VA and I need to split
Don't blame me for a crime
That I didn't commit
Niggas don't like me cause I won't submit
I dont fuck with hillbillies
I am not close knit
I need some new hundreds
Nigga I admit
I got a bag of musty like a nigga armpit
I been ballin since I was a little jit
I gotta change my ways today
I can't be living like back in the day
Cause these people do not play and
I don't need no fake nigga to cramp my style
That's why I don't need a fake
Nigga to make my phone to dial
If a nigga say they doing something for me they telling a fib
Nigga ion even got a crib
Niggas still acting like a baby and they a need a bib
I might grab my tool and put one in their rib
If a nigga say they doing something for me they telling a fib
Nigga ion even got a crib
Niggas still acting like a baby and they a need a bib
I might grab my tool and put one in they rib
Nigga ion even got a crib
Niggas still acting like a baby and they a need a bib
I might grab my tool and put one in their rib
I can't be sipping Hennessy
I cant be drinking 4 loko
I can't be selling coco
I am Obinidodo
I gotta grow though
I need you to listen
I can make ya chain glisten
Call me retard one more time
Imma make you lose your mind
They don't see my grind
I left the fake behind
Imma pour a glass of Belair
So I can unwind
Don't call me a name
Imma just ignore you cuz you lame
I aint getting in no trouble
Im not the one to blame
Most of the people picking on me
On hard drugs or they house got bugs
I'm not lost in the sauce but
I'm lost in the tunes
Catch me in the sand dunes
I might go on a safari and
Kick it with baboons
To my pit bull in the sky
I'm sending out balloons and
I don't go near the lagunes
Life is very very short that's why
I show a lot of gratitude
People got a attitude
I enjoy a lot of solitude
I don't hang with the multitude
People can be rude and
Their humor crude
I'm on a trip all by myself
I'm not with a dude
Clothes all on my body
I'm not in the nude
Niggas got me misconstrued and
I don't like how I'm being viewed
Fake niggas I exclude
So I can seclude
I gotta change my ways today
I can't be living like back in the day
Cuz these people do not play and
I don't need no fake nigga
To cramp my style
That's why I dont need a fake
Nigga to make my phone to dial
If a nigga say they doing something for me they telling a fib
Nigga ion even got a crib
Niggas still acting like a baby and
They need a bib
I might grab my tool and
Put one in their rib
I might go back to ATL and
Send them faggot bitches to hell
Make em put a dollar in the wishing well
I might be in Marietta like a go getta
I might go searching for a Beretta
I might be in Sandy Springs
Snatching all yo rings
I might be in Lenox mall
Doing big things
I might be in Buckhead
Nigga leave you in a shed
Might run up in yo house
While you in the bed
I might be on Druid Hills selling pills
If a fake bitch a fish acting like a fish
Imma cut they gills
Lawd have mercy
Them people fake!
I need some more money I can make
Imma show up uninvited to your estate
This some ATL shit and
Ion like it one bit
I'm in VA and I need to split
Don't blame me for a crime
That I didn't commit
Niggas don't like me cause I won't submit
I dont fuck with hillbillies
I am not close knit
I need some new hundreds
Nigga I admit
I got a bag of musty like a nigga armpit
I been ballin since I was a little jit
I gotta change my ways today
I can't be living like back in the day
Cause these people do not play and
I don't need no fake nigga to cramp my style
That's why I don't need a fake
Nigga to make my phone to dial
If a nigga say they doing something for me they telling a fib
Nigga ion even got a crib
Niggas still acting like a baby and they a need a bib
I might grab my tool and put one in their rib
If a nigga say they doing something for me they telling a fib
Nigga ion even got a crib
Niggas still acting like a baby and they a need a bib
I might grab my tool and put one in they rib
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