Dirt Of Your Shoulder/Lying From You

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We have a surprise for you
Play that shit.. Yes
Oh you can joy it raw man
Are you guys ready for this shit ?
But first before you get illiterate like this yo

When I pretend
Everything is what I want it to be
I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see
When I pretend
I can forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just cause I know I can / But
I can't pretend this is the way it will stay / I'm just
Trying to bend the truth

Ladies and gentle man
Please help us welcome to the stage
Yes, yes, yes

Chorus:
If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz 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 Lord, nigga grip I'm a boss
Stab 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 pots
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

Chorus:
If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You 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, yessir
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 it, 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

I remember what they taught to me
Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be
Remember listening 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
Come on
Lying my way from you

[no / no turning back now]
I wanna be pushed aside
So let me go
[no / no turning back now]
Let me take back my life
I'd rather be all alone
[no turning back now]
Anywhere on my own
Cause I can see
[no / no turning 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 running from me
Like this 4x

[no / no turning back now]
I wanna be pushed aside
So let me go
[no / no turning back now]
Let me take back my life
I'd rather be all alone
[no turning back now]
Anywhere on my own
Cause I can see
[no / no turning back now]
The very worst part of you
Come on
The very worst part of you is me
Check it, Biatch !