Text: K-Rino. He Say, She Say.

[Talking:]
Since I know what you're thinking...
I'll just say it for ya

[Verse 1:]
They say he racist some say he has many faces
They he whipped the nation of Islam and he's a racist
Some people don't like him some say he gotta lot of skill
Some say if he's so good then how come he ain't gotta deal?
Some say he's too hood some say that he ain't hood enough
They say yeah he can rap, but his beats ain't good enough
They talk about him every day I heard what they said
See he ain't even gotta car that fool ain't got no bread
His partners crazy yo don't hang around too long with them
Girl he don't even drink or smoke weed what's wrong with him?
The money that he had he figured out a way to lose it
He only hate the radio cause they don't play his music
He's always claiming that he'll help you that he know he wouldn't
He's bragging bout that he could left the hood but he know he couldn't
To me it's looking like he's losing but he knows he's winning
Always rapping about the laws but yet he's steady sitting

[Hook:]
He say she say criticizing, steady doubt me
I ain't gotta be around ya, I know what you said about me
Just cause you don't understand my past you wanna re-route me
Fighting with my demons and eventually I'll get em out me

[Verse 2:]
He's too old to be rhyming his car been expired
Twenty years he's isn't rich he should of been retired
Maybe he can get more fans and retype his image
Sell a hood out in a second for the right percentage
He even hit the mainstream too increase the fame
Look at his clothes he ain't fly where's his piece and change?
They say he looking all political when he acting tough
I read he'll act right if you people ever snatched it up
He's judgmental he's looking down on those with low co-herons
He ain't never had the struggle he has local parents
He tells alot of lies, none of that's true what'cha heard
He never faced off with the cops he just do it your words
He even got a real job all that time he wasted
I seen him at the club all the time skirt chasing
He always talking about grinding but he ain't getting dough
His potna's called and help him fight but he ain't even show

[Hook:]
He say she say criticizing, steady doubt me
I ain't gotta be around ya, I know what you said about me
Just cause you don't understand my past you wanna re-route me
Fighting with my demons and eventually I'll get em out me

[Verse 3:]
He ain't moving no units his stash ain't long with G's
I seen him at a block party slanging his own CD's
First chance he get it knife at the back when ya stick it
He act like he a mack I know for a fact he be trickin'
All of his concepts ain't new but some of the kind he be covered
Them fools in the SPC don't even like each other
Who's a G? Yeah he cool but he ain't cool as me
He raise another man's child what kind of fool is he?
He really wants to be a star he persistently fronts
He disses mainstream rappers that's publicity stunts
How can he give you his advices when he makes bad decisions?
He always try'na convert people to his religions
They say he should of went to college to earn a degree
Why should I buy his album when I can burn it for free?
But I got words that ya won't remembering ya heard
Some unspoken sign language resembling a verb

[Hook:]
He say she say criticizing, steady doubt me
I ain't gotta be around ya, I know what you said about me
Just cause you don't understand my past you wanna re-route me
Fighting with my demons and eventually I'll get em out me