(Verse 1)

Time, just flies by

While I, get high, why

Have I, designed my

Life this way

Cuss’ while I binge drink, and

Fuck what my friends think

I trust all my instincts

So I’m OK

(Pre-Hook)

I, spent a lot of money on some dumb shit and

Spent all of my loving on the wrong bitch but

I do it for the greater good

I do it for the greater good and

I, drink a little pop a little smoke this and

Sniff a little more than just the roses but

I do it for the greater good

I do it for the greater good I’m a

(Hook)

Hypocrite, Hypocrite

They should know that I’m a mother fucking

Hypocrite, Hypocrite

Let it show that I’ve been doing all this

Bad shit for right reasons

And I don’t practice what I’m preaching

I swear that I’m a Hypocrite, Hypocrite

They should know that I’m a mother fucking

(Verse 2)

Hell, sends invites

I dwell on my dislikes

A shell of my insides

I’ve lost my way

Feet on the ground but

I dream in the clouds, feel like

Leaving this town, might be

Worth the wait

(Pre-Hook 2)

I, hurt a lot of people that I once loved and

Feel a little better when I’m fucked up but

I do it for the greater good

I do it for the greater good and

I, may have ended up a little selfish and

Only get defensive when I’m jealous but

I do it for the greater good

I do it for the greater good I’m a

(Hook)

Hypocrite, Hypocrite

They should know that I’m a mother fucking

Hypocrite, Hypocrite

Let it show that I’ve been doing all this

Bad shit for right reasons

And I don’t practice what I’m preaching

I swear that I’m a Hypocrite, Hypocrite

They should know that I’m a mother fucking

(Verse 3)

I can tell they can hear me, I just hope that they understand me

So when these labels pitch me they should know not to underhand me

Music is everything, even that can go under family

Meaning that I’d still want my grammy back if I won a grammy they asked me to work

Good money 9 to 5 I turned the job down

I heard Kanye and knew I couldn’t stop now

Late for registration and graduation but knew with 808’s I’d make my mom proud

As a college dropout

This that Island Channel Rd. shit

Making music in a loft where my folks live

And I don’t miss my old town, old friends, or old chick

Still I’m drunk, puking on the floor, so I’m home sick

’06 I was 11 or 12

Around the time I stopped believing in a heaven or hell

‘Cuz if there is a God then let me see the devil himself

Because I know what I want to be and got this soul I can sell

I’m holding the weight on my shoulders like I’ma heavy weight

New York on the mind just to keep the right mental state

And lately I’m insomniac I haven’t slept in several days

So the only man I’m ever jealous of is Kevin Gates, wait

Wait