Heady Lovell - Mr. Hypocrite

Now allow me to take a bow, cause I'm the bile
And I vowed never to pay for my vowels using credit
No cash in my pocket, only debit in my wallet
And I stay plugged like fake hair and wall sockets
Catch me at the mall shopping or a boutique copping
Never just looking, but you keep watching
Me dropping lots of dough on unique watches
Man, how time has shifted
Used to go shoplifting, now I just shop lifted
And I don't have to spend shit cause I'm so gifted
I'm just putting on a show; I hope you bought your ticket
Niggas knew I had this paper but they keep on forgetting it
Cause by the way I be spending it, you'd think I'm just now getting it
Under $50, I just don't fit in it
Just bought a new throne, but I don't sit it
Cause I'm too busy gettin' rich and spittin' shit
About how different I am than all those other motherfuckers spittin' shit
I'm Mr. Hypocrite
Welcome to my crib
Let me show you how I live
Even though I told you that I only do it for the kids
And I'm tryna change the world
Take a look at my new Benz and my supermodel girl
I'm Mr. Hypocrite
And I all I do is spit about how the world could be better
But I do nothing to fix the shit
You payed my millions for my songs, look what I did with it
Nothing significant
Look, I promised my mother when I was younger
That I was gonna do away with hunger
Just as soon as I had enough to pass around
But if you ask me now
You'll find out that I spent most of my profits on clothes and watches
And holding my niggas down
But my momma still be proud
Cause I bought her a house with a driveway for miles
That looks nearly impossible to plow
Not to mention a Beamer with a personal cleaner
All the other mothers envy her when she whips it around the town
And I ball so hard motherfuckers want to fine me
Fuck that, first niggas gotta find me
See, I been chillin' on my own private island
Living off of the wealth my fans provide me
And now they expect me to stick to my word and give back to the kids
Well, I had a few kids and now they mad at the fact that I did
But they keep on clapping every time I spit something passionate
My shit smells like passion fruit
Everything I do is immaculate
I'm Mr. Hypocrite
Welcome to my crib
Let me show you how I live
Even though I told you that I only do it for the kids
And I'm tryna change the world
Take a look at my new Benz and my supermodel girl
I'm Mr. Hypocrite
And I all I do is spit about how the world could be better
But I do nothing to fix the shit
You payed my millions for my songs, look what I did with it
Nothing significant
I'm a fucking hypocrite
They call me Mr. Hypocrite
I'm a fucking hypocrite
They call me Mr. Hypocrite

Written by:
Leo Allen, Leon Allen

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