I Can't Fake
Like my mind don't work
Ima buy you hearse
Got your girl no skirt
This that no net worth
This that fake it til I make it
I can't fake it man I tried
This that face it I'm too faded
I can't fake it man I tried
I can't fake shit
No no
I can't fake shit
I can't fake shit
No no
I cant fake shit
Nah nah
Hit them with the bars
Middle finger up, while I'm burnt on a cross
Why your girl hit me up when she off that sauce
Oh shit this same old bitch gon talk
What a bitter feelin they instilling in a god
Is it how I'm living loving women who be wrong
Sick of blinking missing shit like I be Tom Delong
182 reasons I made you this fucking song
Waiting til I pop off, papa said
Don't play no games
They live in check
I break your arm
I break your neck
You disrespect, I crown myself
Think it's chess, it's checkers bitch
Same old hoes they hit my phone they miss me
Kiss me, shit girl now I'm busy
50, 60 kitties and my bitch be saying
She keep saying
Like my mind don't work
Ima buy you hearse
Got your girl no skirt
This that no net worth
This that fake it til I make it
I can't fake it man I tried
This that face it I'm too faded
I can't fake it man I tried
I can't fake shit
No no
I can't fake shit
I can't fake shit
No no
I cant fake shit
She say why
Why the fuck you try
Why my fuck my eyes
Never fucking dry
Why the fuck you can't just lie to me
Why the fuck you love that side of me
Why you real that often
Hold it back
I don't want pain, I don't want facts
You say you save the pain for wax
Hit my friends, they hit you back
Like ooh
What the fuck I do
Should I hittem back, snap chat ass
But you, never really knew
She been sending nudes
Save your pain, I don't want that
You say I changed, with fame rap
I stayed the same, if still love u
Brain attack, my veins are black
My pain been tapped I'm outa crap
I made a track you hated that
Sayin why u put our life on blast
But I can't fake a single fact
Like my mind don't work
Ima buy you hearse
Got your girl no skirt
This that no net worth
This that fake it til I make it
I can't fake it man I tried
This that face it I'm too faded
I can't fake it man I tried
I can't fake shit
No no
I can't fake shit
I can't fake shit
No no
I cant fake shit
Ima buy you hearse
Got your girl no skirt
This that no net worth
This that fake it til I make it
I can't fake it man I tried
This that face it I'm too faded
I can't fake it man I tried
I can't fake shit
No no
I can't fake shit
I can't fake shit
No no
I cant fake shit
Nah nah
Hit them with the bars
Middle finger up, while I'm burnt on a cross
Why your girl hit me up when she off that sauce
Oh shit this same old bitch gon talk
What a bitter feelin they instilling in a god
Is it how I'm living loving women who be wrong
Sick of blinking missing shit like I be Tom Delong
182 reasons I made you this fucking song
Waiting til I pop off, papa said
Don't play no games
They live in check
I break your arm
I break your neck
You disrespect, I crown myself
Think it's chess, it's checkers bitch
Same old hoes they hit my phone they miss me
Kiss me, shit girl now I'm busy
50, 60 kitties and my bitch be saying
She keep saying
Like my mind don't work
Ima buy you hearse
Got your girl no skirt
This that no net worth
This that fake it til I make it
I can't fake it man I tried
This that face it I'm too faded
I can't fake it man I tried
I can't fake shit
No no
I can't fake shit
I can't fake shit
No no
I cant fake shit
She say why
Why the fuck you try
Why my fuck my eyes
Never fucking dry
Why the fuck you can't just lie to me
Why the fuck you love that side of me
Why you real that often
Hold it back
I don't want pain, I don't want facts
You say you save the pain for wax
Hit my friends, they hit you back
Like ooh
What the fuck I do
Should I hittem back, snap chat ass
But you, never really knew
She been sending nudes
Save your pain, I don't want that
You say I changed, with fame rap
I stayed the same, if still love u
Brain attack, my veins are black
My pain been tapped I'm outa crap
I made a track you hated that
Sayin why u put our life on blast
But I can't fake a single fact
Like my mind don't work
Ima buy you hearse
Got your girl no skirt
This that no net worth
This that fake it til I make it
I can't fake it man I tried
This that face it I'm too faded
I can't fake it man I tried
I can't fake shit
No no
I can't fake shit
I can't fake shit
No no
I cant fake shit
Credits
Writer(s): James Tennapel, Grant Michael Lalaian
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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