8ball - Allergic lyrics

[Verse 1: 8Ball] Myself at all times, I'm so allergic to phony One of a kind, original, means I'm the one and only God put me here to be humble and help my family survive Sometimes I'm a victim of ignorance in my own pride The devil be workin' on me, I make it so easy for him God be talkin' to me, I light up the weed and ignore him Money be on my mind, so much I hurt the ones I love I move four hundred of stacks and rarely do it because of the love My co*k, it conjures me like it's bigger than all that small talk That's why my listeners be so rapped up in 8Ball's thoughts I target just how I see the sense verse that melt the surface Seem like the lack of love have given the industry beat on purpose I brush my shoulders off and keep it unique whatever I speak Somebody must like me cause every album I did leaked Content harsh, my heart won't let me talk it soft You n******gs is ready or friendly, find something else to talk about [Hook] I'm allergic to phony, I'm allergic to fakes I'm allergic to s**ers, I'm allergic to snakes I'll be sneezing and coughing Got me coughing and choking Thank your f**in' which is pimpin' boy, you must be jokin' I'm allergic to phony, I'm allergic to fakes I'm allergic to s**ers, I'm allergic to snakes I'll be sneezing and coughing Got me coughing and choking Thank your f**in' which is pimpin' boy, you must be jokin' [Verse 2: Bun B] I'm from the land of the trill, Port Arthur Texas the city Where bras beyond the black option, they gut the gangsters get greedy From the jets on the west side where they throw up their sets To the east where they put in work with no kinds of regrets I'm sayin' so many thangs the average foul couldn't handle See brother k**ed brother, pull out his lights like a candle Seein' gangsters turned into s**ers in ten seconds flat Because it ain't just where you from, is where the f** are you at But if there's one that I've learned in all my time in this game Is don't make hopes n******gs and ho sh** take you out of your lane So from the sh** I refrain, before weak dudes I'm a verdict I'm the king of the trill so if you ain't real I'm allergic b**h move around [Hook] [Verse 3: k**er Mike] These boys ain't official, they soft as a tissue They claimin' they mean but they f**in' the b**h They claimin' they bang but they colors are changin' They stitchin' the Kafka, eliminate thing These rappers is lame, these rappers are liars How could you be at this fraudulent guys Before I do that I will find me a job Or find me a fake ball and grab of the rod It could be her, it could be him If they're good then it could be them But that would be me cause I'm opposite that Opposite line, opposite wet Never a liar, I'm right and exact Exactly right when I'm rippin' the mike The life I recite is exactly mine The logical sight is exactly high See first she was trippin' and rippin' and grippin' And now you're his what? And drunkin' the thugs Seeing you s**ers is driving me crazy False and phony, but fake for days If I see you posers you'd better pray that I'll never catch you alone I'm grabbin' that tone and puttin' that bullet Right through your b-b-b-bone [Hook]