Hypocrite lyrics

[Intro: O.C.]
What?
Yeah
Yo, flaws and fallacies of life
Material items and sh*t
Beware, motherf*ckers
Word up, don’t let it get ya, you know?
That sh*t ain’t nothing
One time, check him out
Yo

[Verse: O.C.]
You lived the life of a hustler, not sympathetic to a user
Making cash fast, taking trips to Bermuda
Elegant women, all lovely and feminine
Houses with acres and big pools for swimming in
Big transactions, swiping all the action
Driving a Benz and a Lex, you be, like, maxing
Jewels be on truck sh*t, rims with fat clusters
Diamonds on your teeth, shining shimmers illustrious
And God’s hanging sideways, holding your head high
Cruising through a block, so you past some dreads
Now the dreads are looking hard at your face, Mr. Fly Guy
Unaware, tonight they’re gonna do a f*cking drive-by
Go home, watch a sci-fi flick with a chick ‘til
10 PM, now it’s time for you to dip
Go round up a few men, holding classified, info inside
Hand-picked, these n*ggas you confided in shipment
To pick up quick, click off Clyde's
Never gnoming for you if they’re gonna demise a scheme of betrayal
Guess, in your valley, you was high off your self-worth
You’re short from another fly guy
By George, I think he’s got it, chicks, goons, and lump sums
Trickering 5-0 wild to be like dum-dums
One of the few, never having a heart
Issue was smarts up the ass when it came to cash
Don’t give a sh*t, attitude: more money and more money
Dog days bright and more sunny
Four in the morning, drinking Seneca apple juice in the rented car
Neighborhood star got riddled and scarred
A loose cannon or cannons
Or a famished foe became shadow of death and did (damage)
Now I knew this kid true to life, word life
He preached righteousness and, sh*t, he turned to be a hypocrite