Wlvz
Who real and who fake give me a head count
The tears don't feel as bad when pillows a thicker thread count
I reached down in my soul it's a lot of hurt I ain't let out
I'm the embodiment of depression and getting left out
"Lu you still drinking?"
Liquor poison my soul partially
Addicted to retain therapy I hate a part of me
They took his life away that's his
Bang hit his carotid artery
And I lost so many homies that my own death isn't hard to see
Its Lu, I came from the basement
Big Brodie below me and he got smoked like a bass head
Hit his neck and his back got two extra holes where his face is
Last time I was with him he left my soul and a statement
He said
Lu, Your real their fake that was the headcount
I need for you to make it cause I know I'll never get out
Don't sit here being patient go take it ain't no give outs
Hooked to a respirator his soul decided to give out...
Who real who fake
Who real who fake
I'm real you ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
She hit my up like "lu!"
How come you never change
You never change
You never change
I kept it real
I remain the same
Remain the same
Remain the same
I promise y'all y'all gone feel the pain
I made a living off the death of my heart
And if I ever leave yourside then it's cause death did us part
Never say nevermind when living the respectable part
Never say fuck a side where hearing a depressible part
Follow me to my grave solidify by my legacy: hollowfied by the pain
Niggas die like no it's destiny nigga no not the game
We were given this lifestyle, they predicted our fates
So Wether you die to me or wether die on me
It still ain't gone change the pressure or the pain that's inside of me
Phone call or texts perplexed they don't get a reply from
Don't need to respond god or the devil reply for me
I just want a mansion and Millie and lively life
And a model wife on who's chest that I can cry at night
With soul made a diamond tired of the dianite
I can see you demons feel the grievance in the silent night
Who real who fake
Who real who fake
I'm real you ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
The tears don't feel as bad when pillows a thicker thread count
I reached down in my soul it's a lot of hurt I ain't let out
I'm the embodiment of depression and getting left out
"Lu you still drinking?"
Liquor poison my soul partially
Addicted to retain therapy I hate a part of me
They took his life away that's his
Bang hit his carotid artery
And I lost so many homies that my own death isn't hard to see
Its Lu, I came from the basement
Big Brodie below me and he got smoked like a bass head
Hit his neck and his back got two extra holes where his face is
Last time I was with him he left my soul and a statement
He said
Lu, Your real their fake that was the headcount
I need for you to make it cause I know I'll never get out
Don't sit here being patient go take it ain't no give outs
Hooked to a respirator his soul decided to give out...
Who real who fake
Who real who fake
I'm real you ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
She hit my up like "lu!"
How come you never change
You never change
You never change
I kept it real
I remain the same
Remain the same
Remain the same
I promise y'all y'all gone feel the pain
I made a living off the death of my heart
And if I ever leave yourside then it's cause death did us part
Never say nevermind when living the respectable part
Never say fuck a side where hearing a depressible part
Follow me to my grave solidify by my legacy: hollowfied by the pain
Niggas die like no it's destiny nigga no not the game
We were given this lifestyle, they predicted our fates
So Wether you die to me or wether die on me
It still ain't gone change the pressure or the pain that's inside of me
Phone call or texts perplexed they don't get a reply from
Don't need to respond god or the devil reply for me
I just want a mansion and Millie and lively life
And a model wife on who's chest that I can cry at night
With soul made a diamond tired of the dianite
I can see you demons feel the grievance in the silent night
Who real who fake
Who real who fake
I'm real you ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
You really ain't
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Writer(s): Shahiem Bullock
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