The Boy who Cried Wolf

(Intro) Ya'll niggas never want to listen to me huh? Nobody want to believe me Just the boy who cried wolf huh? [Verse 1] If I had a dollar every time I heard "This nigga rap? The fuck this nigga got on? This shit is wack" I swear by now I'd have a Benjamin stack Could spend it on crap and then get it back in 10 minutes flat This is a fact, no matter my ability to rip on the track And spit 'till I black Ball up a fist just to crack an instrumental No fixing it back I guess a nigga's style ain't a witness to that Favorite color is pink, favorite genre is rock But I can promise you hot hip-hop I'm not gonna stop In cyphers, they used to get annoyed when I look I don't even look the part, I enjoyed the wild looks Cause as soon as I deployed my rhyme book Niggas was thinking it was the boy who cried wolf And they got eaten, they stopped speaking I used to want to flip, but niggas will want to hate They want to jump me, go winky right on my face Two Spanish pricks couldn't stand the kid Gave me two black eyes looking like I wore stunner shades Ain't get mad, just mad depressed, but forgot I had mad connects Slip my nigga 50 cash to whoop his ass, while I sit and laugh Looked at him on the ground like "I said I'd get you back" but... [Hook] (They don't wanna believe me) (They don't wanna believe me) (They don't wanna believe me) Haha, you don't wanna believe me nigga? Now your dumb ass layin' there with four black eyes The truth shall set me free But ya'll niggas won't let me be Cause ya'll don't want to believe me huh? Huh? Cause ya'll don't want to believe me huh? Huh? The truth shall set me free But ya'll niggas won't let me be Cause ya'll don't want to believe me huh? Huh? Cause ya'll don't want to believe me huh? Huh? [Verse 2] My wife been a pestilence ever since I cheated with the next chick She feels disrespected, in essence, yes, it's wack what I did But shit, bitch, get over it Cause this, is, ruining what we got She loves me, but trusts me not Nah, I ain't a player I just crush a lot Literally, my high school crush was hot I ain't gonna lie, yea we fucked a lot Touched a spot, and yea I really did catch feelings But it's over, she was a drug and now I'm sober Now my girl treating me like a convict So what I'm honest, I'm still trifling Same nigga undercover wifing hoes and still piping hoes But I know when I get home I gotta deal with the psycho Babe I'm not cheating, I been stopped creeping She ain't hearing it, god forbid it goes down on her period End of story, period Now I gotta deal with this shit for 5 days (and hey yo..) I guess it's her way or the highway Now I'm a liar, caught up in a fire "I know about Makeeta, but who the fuck is Nya!?" She's still a rider, but I can't provide the truth In her eyes no matter how hard I try, why would I lie? Lies are lies but, why should I share the truth? God damn, why am I here? I'm being honest with you, but why should I care? It's cause... [Hook]