Dogs Don't Lie [Extended Version]

I'm up in Harvard, class start in a hour My niggas is tryna see it, these crackers giving me problems, shit They might even be Black, fucking with ours Got Listerine for the tongue, they leaving my mouth sour But hopefully I don't fold Johnny Dang got me tippin' on four Vogues in rose gold Two rose, no Rose, all froze Why you think I'm red? I'm fucking with Mike Jones Like, "Who?" IDK, that ain't for "I Don't Know" I'm heavy in the paint, you only scorin' free-throws I'm foulin' if I got to, on Fallon wearin' a black suit My bitch a little model, my other bitch is a masseuse We'll wake up in the morning, my hands praying to Jesus But I don't pray the same religion have me in shackles Gemini, one side Hyde, the other Jekyll So who I am depending on who you were when I met you I'm God in the flesh, scriptures embody all of the sin I'm cause and effect, prescription quality Cartier lens My car is a catch, I'm skidding out in a 'Rari or Benz I'm hard to impress, I'm scribbling out of a marvelous pen If y'all cheated death, I'm getting up out of a coffin to win If y'all getting dressed, I'm dripping up out a faucet in Flint I chartered this jet, I literally might throw caution to wind Got bars to reflect, my spit is a microcosm to phlegm If your blueprint ain't come from Hov, then you should copy LeBron's If you losin' yourself for gold, then that's what got you to bronze Muhammad Ali, Haile Selassie, Gaddafi, Saddam The Black man is God, not a goddamn mafia don If you ever meet B.I.G. in Heaven, nigga, tell him I'm dope Even shed a tear for Voletta in this letter I wrote It goes, "Dear Mr. Write-Raps, diss me, I diss you right back Backpedalin' like Mike Jack hittin' the ice patch Ratchet niggas have to buy bags to get they wife back Laugh at niggas if you buy black to get the whites back When players turnin' ill and innovators earnin' millions The denigrated just integrated the burning building The summers turn to killing and sermons become the healing And prisons filled with niggas determined to turn a villain She marry you with Little House on the Prairie views Shit don't work out, she get her a spouse like Terry Crews Men lie, women lie, dogs don't lie When they f*ck, all they know is doggystyle Boys lie, girls lie, everybody lie What the f*ck? Who to trust? No fuckin' with hoes that's changin' how the energy flow I cut off the hoes, now let's see how their green gon' grow A Black (Black) Beatle, I'm sliding with the Ringo flow I'm that (that) needle, they eyes roll 'cause I'm uncut dope And amongst those trolls, how many niggas know what I know? No one, and if they did, they'd own at least one home But they lease one home with million-dollar earnings Chains dripping in water, but their portfolio's burning, I'm prayin' I need a sermon, they tryna play in the streets like they Frogger I call 'em Kermit, I hope they learning My wit come from Ye, my swagger a little Jay My humor from Eminem, this beat like Just Blaze Get bitches like I'm Pharrell, am I lying? No, I'm for real Do business like Iovine influenced, but I'm me Whoever tried to test me didn't do the math Maybe they should take the test inside my Harvard class, facts Men lie, women lie Dogs don't lie when they f*ck