VP Productions - Phony lyrics

(K-Rino talking) Yeah, take a journey into my life But you won't have far to go Cuz.... mines is yours We all gon' through the same things [K-Rino] Don't ever misinterpret me, I'm glad to be alive, G I put two and two together though and I keep coming up with three It's hard to rest, when you see the evil some people possess It just multiply stress, my depression's even depressed Countless times I extended a hand to help a friend in need Only to misread because for me the same wasn't received You called me when you was flat broke and wanted K hook a loan up When I said, "Cool"; you was at my house before I could hang the phone up See, I'll break bread and feed ya, these days homies'll bleed ya Their procedure; borrow money then get selective amnesia You try to give 'em time but that seems to be worthless Knowing he owe you coming around showing you things he just purchased Then they start ducking your calls, you know how you can tell? Cuz all you get is half a ring and then it's straight to the voice mail So, what the Hell? I guess I gots to leave these cats alone Another friendship dead and gon' over a couple of hundred bones (Chorus) People so phony, phony I feel like it's me and God only, only, only, only I can't let it phase me, phase me I'm trying hard to keep from gon' crazy What? To keep from gon' crazy [K-Rino] When I detect a suspected lie, it's hard to let it slide An artificial female friend milking your sympathetic side Money I would give, not lend, was down with her to the end Not from a tricking standpoint, I just considered her a friend Kind of mad I didn't control this, never fathomed she would go this low But now I'm tripping over this repeat pattern that I noticed Like clockwork, an hour after every time she leave She be like, "Baby, I need some money, can you help me please?" And I'm like, "OK!" Might pay a bill or help her knock the rent off Every time she came around my gold-digger alarm went off But when I needed help and asked for it the game flipped She had more excuses than the pipe burns on a crackhead's lips And it's a trip, cuz when it's time to show me they my homie, they don't And if I need 'em to do something for me, they won't So now it's all about me, one syllable And artificial people get cut loose like umbilical (Chorus) [K-Rino] The doctor checked me out and wrote me a prescription with the quickness But the side effects of the medicine was worse than the sickness See I sacrificed for others but the same love didn't follow I wish I had a dollar for every time that I wished I had a dollar I regret sometimes not having a biological seed Anytime that it was ever proposed to me I disagreed If they persisted to insisted, I just packed up and I slid Too many of my partners paying child support, "Ohh hell nah, not the kid" But if I did, maybe then hope would seem more realistic To be gifted with a reflection of my own characteristics Cuz most people are senseless, self-centered and pretentious Any show of love is meant to benefit their own interest My eyes are now trained to spot game when it arises The wisest people learn how to see through those disguises Cuz fakers show more fiction or depictions than HBO Fraud to real is a 99-to-1 ratio (Chorus)