Say It Ain't So - Chris Webby, Sap

Now please don’t believe what you see on TV

The chains and the vehicles these MCs be

Puttin' in they videos seem all steazy

But seem is the key word there, believe me

It’s all just smoke and mirrors, shit ain’t what it appears

Rental chains along with the gold veneers

Just so it’s clear, car they whippin' on screen, that ain’t what they drove in

here

In the crib like they own that shit

Throwin' bread around like they made all that money

While they actin' like a pimp ‘round all these chicks

But every model on set been paid to act slutty

So ain’t all that funny?

Now you all know

That everything that glitter ain’t gold

And every rapper sayin' that they spendin' that dough

Are only doin' so until it gets repoed

Say it ain’t so

Say it ain’t so, showin' y’all if you ain’t know

Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold

Woah, say it ain’t so, tellin' you the way shit go

Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold

I be, crack a lash at you frauds on IG

First class combo, but you fly cheap

So why is you talkin' fly to me?

I’m way ahead of you and walkin' out of reach of them short arms

You can’t touch me, it must be ugly to see me up and living lovely

You rusty, might need to do new tools

We controllin' the game, I’m talkin' voodoo crew

I got a chance to peep under your hood, it wasn’t good

Say it ain’t so, yo' fans just ain’t know

It’s so many places that you can’t go

Even when you grew up, damn, I thought you blew up

Guess you ain’t got the respect you said you had

Shittin' on all of the people who fed your ass

Get a look in the mirror and never knowin' what’s next

You made cash but your soul is in debt

Help me say it ain’t so

Say it ain’t so, showin' y’all if you ain’t know

Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold

Woah, say it ain’t so, tellin' you the way shit go

Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold

Ridas, bitches, lobster dinners

Multi-million dollar villas

Whips and diamonds, lots of scrilla

Photoshoppin', croppin'

Racks, rubber bands

Pinky rings on both they hands

Private jet to a crib on the sand

Till they get the knock from that repo man

Say it ain’t so

Say it ain’t so, showin' y’all if you ain’t know

Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold

Woah, say it ain’t so, tellin' you the way shit go

Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold, woah