I Don't Believe You

You know what? You’re building up a bunch of lies, straight lies:
You got mad guns? You got eleven cars? You got the block scared? Youse a bugged thug? You doin' jail time? You got the newest Benz? You got the girls ready? You movin' big weight? You cook in steel pots? You goin' on soul train? You cashin' royalties? You did a video? You smackin' everybody? You closin' all deals? You say you manage people? Youse a movie star? You work with Warner Brothers? You down with Jamie Foxx? Youse a druglord? You pay your mortgage? You datin' fine chicks? You travel solo kid? You smackin' anybody? You got your own label? You say you never lease? You say your record’s hot? You workin' hard lady? You like to clock work? You at your brother’s house? You tour with Babyface? You mix on ni boards? You talk to Aaron Hall? You play for the Charlotte Hornets? You buyin' a Rolls Royce? You got Santa power? You makin' hit records? You say Zach’s your cousin? You sellin' Knicks tickets? You givin' afterparties? You at the superbowl? You bought a mansion? You think you hype rappin'? You say you are the man? Your mother thinks she’s fly? You say your pops is cool? You got your aunt a diamond? You got the kids a gift? You movin' out to Cali? You say you doin' jacks? You makin' millions kid? You say you sellin' furniture? You work construction? You got your hair done? You mess with Lauryn Hill? You danced with James Brown? You own a Dodge truck?

I don't believe you.