I ordered a frappuccino Where's my fucking frappuccino All right let's do this When I pretend, everything is what I want it to be I looked exactly like what you always wanted to see When I pretend, I can't forget about the criminal I am Stealing second after second just 'cause I know I can, but I can't pretend that this is they way it'll stay, I'm just (trying to bend the truth) I can't pretend of 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, probably 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 grippin' my balls Said 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 the bottom, to the top of the pops Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block Like a running 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 homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda I just whipped up a watch, tryin' to get me a Rover Tryin' to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yes sir Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling In case fifty-two 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 I 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 took for who I ought to be Remember listenin' to all of that and this again So I pretended up a person who was fitting 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 pulling away 'cause I'm (lying my way from) You (Nah, no turning back now) I wanna be pushed aside so let me go (Nah, no turning back now) Let me take me back my life I'd rather be all alone (No turning back now) And anywhere on my own, 'cause I can see (Nah, no turning back now) The very worst part of you The very worst part of you, it's me! This isn't what I wanted to be I never thought that what I said would have you running from me, like this This isn't what I wanted to be I never thought that what I said would have you running from me, like this This isn't what I wanted to be I never thought that what I said would have you running from me, like this This isn't what I wanted to be I never thought that what I said would have you running from me, like this You (Nah, no turning back now) I wanna be pushed aside so let me go (Nah, no turning back now) Let me take me back my life I'd rather be all alone (No turning back now) And anywhere on my own, 'cause I can see (Nah, no turning back now) The very worst part of you The very worst part of you, it's me! Biatch!