[Intro: Struggle Jennings]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
We don't believe you

[Verse 1: Struggle Jennings]
West side now I been there 'fore it was ever cool for you to say that
Go way back we the Real McCoy, talk slick and you laid back
Play back to the old days, you rappin' 'bout my old ways
I do me while you do the K, did it first now you're too late
I'm 250 you're featherweight, good night if you hesitate
Accelerate or you better wait, for it escalate and you levitate
You got stars you got stripes, I clean slate chalk boards
You got weight, I recalibrate, then interrogate and you talk more
I can orchestrate your last call, fornicate with your last broad
I'll throw a fast ball I swing hard, dig deep hit a back wall
I was raised up in the backyard, bulldogs learned to get it tough
I call bluffs with a phone call, hit send I said enough

[Chorus: Jelly Roll]
I bet you smoke like Willie
I bet you live like Waylon
But you got stars and stripes
Oh you an outlaw ain't ya
Bet you the Real McCoy
Ain't nothin' 'bout you gimmick
I bet you been out in it
I bet you go out and get it
We don't believe you
No not a word up out your mouth
Your story don't check out
That shit you talk you ain't about
We don't believe you
Sound like a big ol' bunch of lies
Put my right hand to the sky
Baby let me testify
We don't believe you
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