[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
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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]