Babyface Ray - Life Full Of Lies Lyrics

What more you want from me? I beat the odds, so I'm good
Yeah, I'm in the owner box, but still got ties with the hood (yeah)
Why would I listen to you? You niggas' life full of lies
You see 'em hatin' on me, it's a full-time job

Put the pieces together like a puzzle
Five-seveN on me, granny, she love me, Louis, Bottega luggage (yeah)
Askin' me, do I rap? Askin' me for a picture
Cubans tucked in the hoodie, presidential my level (yeah)
This ain't chess or checkers, it's Pharrell Louis (it's Pharrell Louis)
He really love you, he'll mail it to you, keep your eyes open (he'll mail it to you, shh)
Oh, you got beef but never slide on 'em (oh, yeah)
He's a bitch worm, I feel sorry for him (that's f*cked up)
Damn, I went to Selfridges, maid had a private room (maid had a private room)
I never saw the shoppers, I'm tryna buy some shoes (I'm tryna buy some shoes)
I'm mixin' codeine, I'm scared to try the food (I'm scared to try the food)
I found a half a Perc', that shit just switched my mood (shit just turned me up)
Don't play, we zip you up just like them Ricky shoes (like some Rick Owens)
I'm at weed spot relaxin', look like Ricky Tan (like Ricky Tan)
Forever make that shit right 'cause I'm the bigger man (no cap)
Another hour 'til the flight, please don't forget the Xans (yeah, Face, Face MOB)

What more you want from me? I beat the odds, so I'm good
Yeah, I'm in the owner box, but still got ties with the hood (know that, yeah)
Why would I listen to you? You niggas' life full of lies (why would I? Why would I listen to you?)
You see 'em hatin' on me, it's a full-time job

I'm a capital, no, international
I was told, "Never answer what they ask you," what happened to you?
Niggas rat and they good, guess times have changed
It's a crazy, cruel world, I'm just tryna stay sane
I just chase it and chase it, I'm never complete
Wanna know how they get there, just copy my sheet
They want attention, but won't pay attention
Life's a bitch, ask Scottie Pippen
I cut and leave, she's a pair of scissors
Came through the back and I'm with some members
They swear they know me, but don't look familiar (oh, yeah)
I guess I did change
Small fellow, doin' big things
Small fellow and a big face
Check out my wrist game (boy)
I fear God and I sip drank (mm-hmm)
They know my name when I'm in the bank (mm-hmm)
The teller see what I see (yeah)
You gotta risk it, wanna be where I'm at
You know that money don't come from the sky unless you standin' by me (nigga, MOB)

What more you want from me? I beat the odds, so I'm good
Yeah, I'm in the owner box, but still got ties with the hood
Why would I listen to you? You niggas' life full of lies
You see 'em hatin' on me, it's a full-time job