All this money and my feelings still don't get hurt
I'm a lifeguard among all you wave riders
I like being the bad guy
If that's what it is, then so be it
You tellin' too many tales, too many tales
That shit is getting so old
Your story is getting so stale
You tellin' too many tales, too many tales
That shit is getting so old
Your story is getting so stale
You tellin' too many tales, too many tales
That shit is getting so old
Your story is getting so stale
I sleep on my bands, I sleep on my bands in case I might need them for bail
I'm not one for saying goodbyes, cuz you know I'm gon' see you in hell
I am that nigga that never need nobody, I don't need nobody's help
Niggas can pop on they own, they know I can get it myself
I am that man of the match, I am the one with the belt
They know when I step in the building
But this ain't no saved by the bell
My bitch on a diet, my bitch on a diet
Now I'm eating kimchi and kale
Smoking my loud in my room and I don't wanna cover the smell
They pray that I give them a brake, they know that I'm giving them hell
They pray that I give them a brake but they know that I'm giving them hell
You tellin' too many tales, too many tales
That shit is getting so old
Your story is getting so stale
You tellin' too many tales, too many tales
That shit is getting so old
Your story is getting so stale
You tellin' too many tales, too many tales
That shit is getting so old
Your story is getting so stale
Niggas put pennies in wells but they never wishin' you well
And niggas ain't never in church but somehow they pray that you fail
Niggas ain't poppin' like Cuzzi, your name isn't ringing no bells
Niggas ain't bumpin' like Cuzzi, man they wouldn't feel you in braille
If I make a milli, then Lantz got a milli
You know that I'm sharing the wealth
I heard I'm a snake in the grass, I only look out for myself
It's 2001 and I sent you a letter, beware if you open the mail
You know I'm a mac, I still fuck with a chick like Adele
If only you knew what I knew, man I feel like I'm Patti LaBelle
How you gon' get mad at Beyoncé
Don't you know I can make you Michelle
You tellin' too many tales, too many tales
That shit is getting so old
Your story is getting so stale
You tellin' too many tales, too many tales
That shit is getting so old
Your story is getting so stale
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