Phony - K.A.A.N., Bleverly Hills

Man you, said you was dope I doubt it

No cosign and no vouching

My head been where the clouds is

Your heart been where your clout is

No you ain’t really 'bout this

No you ain’t really 'bout shit

See, I’m picking up where I left off

I shoot my shot like a sawed-off

Playing the game like I really want it

Never fabricate I tell the whole truth

This incessant style is innocent

Eat the beat like it was Venison

Veni Vidi Vici when I speak

Ineffective how these niggas be

Insufficient been the fund status

Lord forgive them for they don’t know

I never stall, but I starve for this shit to work

I ain’t never had any opportunities, I just had myself

For what I saw was independence, not no regular work

I’m not dependent on no man

Out here living like nomads

Passed the point of no return, there ain’t no way I can go back

To live how I used to

Safe to say I got used to, all the shit that I dealt with

Singular thoughts got me looking at me

In the mirror, I don’t like what I see

In a mural where you feel immature

Take your time so you’re not premature

Enjoy it all 'cause it could fade away

Who knows if it’s permanent

Get through, tryna penetrate

Make it special, make it resonate

Build something from the ground up

It’s all you, they could never take it

Life’s short, try to live it baby

Be you and appreciate it

Focused, what I must be

It all ends so abruptly

It goes quick nigga, trust me

Won’t stop until I reach the peak

Of my creativity

Wasting time, no I can’t see

I’m a critical thinker

I vanquished all of y’all

The champion status like Ali

Muhammad as salaam alaikum

When you step in my ring

That Boom By Yay be like a drum

There’s no alaikum salaam, you

Get choked, smoked or revoked with a dose of this rope-a-dope

Make 'em double dutch from my wordplay

No response, you ain’t worthy

I wasn’t aware of you but I know you already heard me

It’s levels to this shit, so get rid of your pride and ego

No weapon formed against me shall prosper, my shit is lethal

What a life so phony

I might lose my cool

You just take it from me

I got nothing left for you

What a life so phony

I might lose my cool

You just take it from me

I got nothing left for you

Excuse me can I pick your brain a minute

I mean I usually think yours tasted different

You paint a picture full of fame and women

But they don’t recognize your name on Twitter

I got a problem with the lame pretender

Y’all are puppies bitch, you claim your litter

You tippin' change at dinner

Your hits just ain’t been hittin'

You claim you hang with winners

I seen them on the benches

You need to call up Denny’s

Get you a job that’s paying

Flippin' the sausage maybe

(Flicka-da flicka-da wrist, baby)

Rap game, Charlie Day

Act ways, awkward save

Say you got bars, hotter than a match

Played with Roger, shouts to Federer

I guess I let ya burn

You learn the best is earned

You heard the rest don’t work

You heard it right, boy

I heard the lecture first

I felt the pressure burst

Call it a night, boy

What a life so phony

I might lose my cool

You just take it from me

I got nothing left for you

What a life so phony

I might lose my cool

You just take it from me

I got nothing left for you