Dirt Off Your Shoulder/Lying From You

I ordered a frappachino
Where's my fucking frappachino?
Alright, let's do this

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
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
Nigga 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, grippin'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 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
Niggaz 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, 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 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

Yeah, I remember what they taught to me
Remember condescending talk of who I outta 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 turning back now)
I wanna be pushed aside
So let me go
(No, no turning back now)
Lemme 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
This isn't what I wanted to be
I never thought that what I said
Would have you runnin' from me
Like this (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 (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...

(No turning back now)
I wanna be pushed aside
So let me go
(No, no turning back now)
Lemme 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

Biatch!