Dirt Off Your Shoulder / Lying from You

I ordered a frappuccino Where's my fuckin' frappuccino? Alright, let's do this When I pretend everything is what I want it to be I look exactly like what you've always wanted to see When I pretend, I can't forget about the criminal I am Stealin' second after second just 'cause I know I can But I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay I'm just trying to bend the truth I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be So I'm lying my way from If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off Niggas is crazy, baby, don't forget that boy told you Get that dirt off your shoulder I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force Tryin' to hustle some things that go with the Porsche Feelin' no remorse, feelin' like my hand was forced Middle finger to the law, nigga grip'n my balls All the ladies, they love me, from the bleachers they screamin' All the ballers is bouncin', they like the way I be leanin' All the rappers be hatin', off the track that I'm makin' But all the hustlers, they love it just to see one of us make it Came from the bottom to bottom, to the top of the pops Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block Like a runnin' back, get it, man, I'm straight off the block I can run it back, nigga, 'cause I'm straight with the Roc If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off Niggas is crazy, baby, don't forget that boy told you Get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder Your homie Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda I just whipped up a watch, tryna get me a Rover Tryna stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yes sir Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya But like 52 cards, when I'm, I'm through dealin' Now, 52 bars come out, now, you feelin' 'em Now, 52 cars roll out, remove ceilin' In case 52 broads come out, now, you chillin' With a boss, bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen Paid a grip for the jeans, plus, the slippers is clean No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real, chill Yeah, I remember what they taught to me Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be Remember listenin' to all of that and this again So I pretended up a person who was fittin' in And now you think this person really is me And I'm trying to bend the truth But the more I push, the more I'm pullin' away 'Cause I'm lying my way from you No, no turnin' back, now (I wanna be pushed aside, so let me go) No, no turnin' back, now (Let me take back my life, I'd rather be all alone) No turnin' back, now (Anywhere on my own, 'cause I can see) No, no turnin' back, now (The very worst part of you, the very worst part of you is me) This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought That what I said would have you runnin' from me like this This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought That what I said would have you runnin' from me like this This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought That what I said would have you runnin' from me like this This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought That what I said would have you runnin' from me like this (You) no turnin' back, now (I wanna be pushed aside, so let me go) No, no turnin' back, now (Let me take back my life, I'd rather be all alone) No turnin' back, now (Anywhere on my own, 'cause I can see) No, no turnin' back, now (The very worst part of you, the very worst part of you is me) Biatch!