Cassidy - You So Phony lyrics

If you in the industry, you ain't my homie
Motherfucker cause the industry is full
Of phony motherfuckers
Real niggas in the industry
Is lonely motherfuckers
Cause the industry is full
Of phony motherfuckers
You so phony (Who so phony?)
Homie, you make me sick cause you
As fake as it get you so phony

Homie, I'm official, you a gimmick
You a snitch, just admit it
You a bitch, switch your image real rap
Real cats is hard to find in the business
I was taught to keep my mind on
My business and mind my business
Cause you dudes fake
For that food on your plate
Get your food ate
Delicious! You niggas soft like
Martin mama biscuit's
I buck shots like BDP, my heater squeeze
I'm cold with the Tommy - if you try me
You could easily bleed what came first
The weed plant or the seed of weed?
Put a Magnum on when you smash
A jawn or get Eazy-E time ticking
You can't judge a book by it's cover
But motherfuckers know my
Life story non-fiction
Your punchlines fiction
My punchlines sickening
I'm legendary my parents rap
It's hereditary
The greatest line you could ever say
I done said already if I ain't the best
Then whoever better is dead already


You gotta watch the dudes that move with you
Cause your worst enemy will front
Like he cool with you my only friend my gat
Cause cats act like they your friend
Then stab you in the back
Now, what type of friend is that?
My friend a rat, I'm not defending that
I ain't into that my friend a snitch
I'm ending the friendship
It's a Reynolds Wrap
When I rap, cats get intimidated
I renovated my flow so
Niggas could imitate it i been your favorite
I used to cut so much coke
That I'd been a razor
Now I got pull like slot machines
- you ever been to Vegas?
The Hustler been hustling since
The beginning stages
I rent from Avis or Enterprise
And go get the pies hit the road
Come back to the kitchen stove
And whip the pies break it down, bag it up
Add it up and then flip the pies
Forget the lies - coke to broke
Folk is like shit to flies
Don't let this business get you hypnotized

Homie, I just took a pay cut
When shit hit the fan
I hit my man that's moving weight up
To get my cake up
I take a bitch that got some A-cups
Then stuff her bra with the bricks
Now she got some bigger tit's
That's the best way - TSA
Don't even frisk the bitch
Cause now she got some double D's
Titties worth a couple ki's
Loafers with the double G's
Jacket worth a couple G's
I hustle trees cause I made a
Dub off a couple p's trust and believe
I'm in the mood for some new bitches
Dude, you sent the bitches I
Got nude some nude pictures
In this crew business, I ain't got no homies
Cause niggas so fake, so phony
I'm so lonely