Hypocrite REASON

[Intro]
Heh, how real is this?
This is some soul shit

[Verse 1]
Look, swear this game so political
But I'm Pope, so fuck it, let it go
Ride or grind harder than most
And realize and realize I'm the hardest with quotes
That's not a shot, that's acknowledgement, my nigga
So listen and acknowledge it, my nigga
Don't sell out for it
Make a choice to be great then bail out for it
'Cause the game is shit, I'll bring the smell out for it
I brought the bars to it, bring the gel out for it
For attention, lately these women been a sell out for it
'Cause there's not enough listenin', too much tellin'
So it's way too many baby showers, not enough weddings
Here this nigga go preachin' again, nah
Here I go just being REASON again, givin' you reason or air
All that bullshit you gossipin' and sneakin' with friends
But never seem to speak it to them
Bring out positive vibes, show the darkness or light
And things are lighten up like bleach in the skin
There I go just bein' REASON again but fuck it
Whatever gets the point across
She said "Baby, I'll show you somebody if you a somebody"
Well baby, I ain't nobody but soon to be a somebody
So come be my madame
How I'm preachin' to women but wanna come by at the late night
Pull out and shoot the cum by 'em, uh
She said "Your name ringin', can I get a ring too?"
Shit's true, you can get that when the Knicks do
Skrt'd off a road while they [?] in the [?]
Swear everything feel better when a blunt in the air
Hypocrite