False Statements - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Saul, ooh)

I ain't worried 'bout these bitches, 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 niggas fake

Always talk behind your back, then wanna smile in your face

Niggas 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

Niggas always on the 'net, they speakin' on me, what you say?

Yeah, I grew up in Iraq, so get the fuck 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 shit straight

Yeah, I fucked a couple niggas' bitches, what you got to say?

Couple niggas fucked my bitches too, it happen every day

Ain't no school for this shit, stupid

Ain't no school for this shit

You gotta be smart enough to pick up the information as you go

Now the crazy shit is niggas'll look like you doin' somethin' wrong, what I do wrong?

Now motherfuckers say you crazy, niggas call me crazy

You know what I be sayin' to 'em when they say that?

Niggas say I'm crazy, I be thinkin', "Yup"

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 bitches top me, your bitch gave the worst face

They hate to see a nigga 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 fuck did you think?

I know I'm gettin' old, mama, and this shit 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 bitches say they love me, but they givin' up brain

To them niggas clout chasin', put respect on my name

I think them niggas only mad because they life ain't changed

They see me workin', see me grindin' nonstop every day

And I ain't never hated niggas, why put salt on my name?

Why put salt on my name?

And I ain't never hated niggas, why put salt on my name?

Why put salt on my name? Gone