Intro

C13, Collector's Item

Hypocrite, yeah

You's a Hy-Po-Crite (I'm goin' In)

[Verse 1: Fricky]

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

[Hook: Felly]

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

[Hook : Fricky] Repeat

[Verse 2: Felly]

(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

[Hook : Felly /Fricky] Repeat

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)