Ayo Trill…
You ready to let em know?
I’m bout to make it rain in the booth.
Greg, let me borrow 10 dollars, in singles.

You said you balling, you stacked.
But ya'll aint living like that.
Said you hustling, you pimping.
But ya'll aint living like that.
Claim ya'll run the streets, and you packing heat.
but ya'lll aint living like that.
Quit the faking, who you kidding homie,
ya’ll ain't living like that.

Oh you iced out? Dougie fresh? Couple gee’s on your neck?
Got the game locked and your chains popping, you bout as clean as it gets?
Claim ya’ll running things, you moving weight, claim to be king of the streets,
But how many rappers goin be the king all at one at time? Ya'll aint making sense to me.
Hear em bragging bout they dollars, always all up in their music yo.
But behind the scenes, aint making much, could barely afford to hit the studio.
Unusual, don’t you find that funny? How every rapper claims that he’s had that honey,
could kill emcee’s with his raps like mummies, speaking words that possess no life like dummies!
Ignorant. Worshiping themselves.
Somebody should’ve told em that we all need help.
Got homies that’s dying and a bro in jail.
I'm looking for hope while they telling these tales.
Yea, you claim to be hardest, who cares if you claim be the best.
You could make words rhyme? That’s good for you, but can you resurrect from the dead?
Cus my sin is like a weight that my shoulders could hardly bare.
Need someone to clean me up, and come rid me of my despair.
I don’t need more of these lies, need someone to tell me the truth.
Ya'll keeping giving these gimmicks, knowing dang well that isn't you!

(2X)
You said you balling, you stacked.
But ya'll aint living like that!
Claim you hustling, you pimping.
But ya'll aint living like that!
Claim ya'll run the streets, and you packing heat but.
ya'lll aint living like that!
Quit the faking, who you kidding homie,
ya’ll ain't living like that! (Trill!)

(Trilogy)
Bring the buckets, cus you know I make it rain.
Hold up, (What’s the budget?) bro you know we go insane.
Throwing hundreds, popping bottles, smoking weed I need some goggles.
Got a bedroom full of models, so geeked up like Aristotle boy!
I’m the boss, living like that, pimping like that,
Yea I’m mobbing like that, going hard like that, going HAM like that!
Say you living like that, why you lying like that? You ain’t living like that.
You ain’t living like that. Why you living like that.
Lie after lie, man you living like that!
So many lies that you put in our plan,
You feeding to kids and you put in their ears
and you do it for years just to get a reaction?
Day and day pass and your making that money,
But when your time comes, it won’t come down to money,
Your living your life ain’t got no satisfaction.
So what’s the truth huh?
No one’s perfect, we’re all fallen I ain’t judging bruh!
He paid that price so stop the ‘swerving’ stop the fronting, yup!
He paid that price with all his blood and now he’s calling ya!

(2X)
You said you balling, you stacked.
But ya'll aint living like that!
Claim you hustling, you pimping.
But ya'll aint living like that!
Claim ya'll run the streets, and you packing heat but.
ya'lll aint living like that!
Quit the faking, who you kidding homie,
ya’ll ain't living like that! (Trill!)

Everybody trying to be seen as hard, so they masked up, putting on an act,
jumping on a track, say they villains who killing with no feelings, we ain't trying to hear all of that.
Everybody trying to be seen as g's, so they masked up, putting on an act,
jumping on a track, say they villains who killing with no feelings, we ain't trying to hear (all of that.)
We've heard it all, your dollars stacked, you shooting this and you shooting that,
You taking shots and you throw em back, swimming pool full liquor you drown in that.
Such a shame that you listening but aint getting it. Hope you let it sit,
you ain't living like that, but you dying to look and sound relevant. C'mon man!

(2X)
You said you balling, you stacked.
But ya'll aint living like that!
Claim you hustling, you pimping.
But ya'll aint living like that!
Claim ya'll run the streets, and you packing heat but.
ya'lll aint living like that!
Quit the faking, who you kidding homie,
ya’ll ain't living like that! (Trill!)