Bullshit
I'm done with the fake and the temp
And The cruel and the weak and
The fuck make belief
I know way more than I speak, so don't think we cool I just met you this week
You claim that you real but you not you a fake just a fraud a demon to god on god
You fucking my presence up your energy toxic just give it up fasad
And fuck what you talking bout, I can tell by your mouth you fooled by that golden rod
Tell me what's real not pretend, cause the end is the end, and there ain't no tomorrow
No time to sit in the sorrow
In my own lane like cornrows
In my own bag like kernels
The main priority payroll
Wise individual honour roll
If he want smoke it's a case close
Schwarzenegger like Arnold
51 bands on the iPhone
Snappin ya ass all on my phone
Turn your friend into a side hoe
Into a side ting
She a battri a whole train
Can't trust a bitch who got no brain
She fuckin with me cause of balmains
I'm done with the fake and the temp and the cruel and the weak and the fuck make belief
Puffin on gas just to ease
Higher than Pluto
Shit got me weak in my knees
I'm tryna sail all 7 seas
Put in the work like I'm ferg
Since birth I knew i was destined to be
Sheesh, I gotta grind for them haters
Who hated on me, my enemies filled with jealousy, and I can see through the seems
They envy me, like a lighter I spark, I'm going off and ain't no telling when I'm coming back
CRUZEY
And The cruel and the weak and
The fuck make belief
I know way more than I speak, so don't think we cool I just met you this week
You claim that you real but you not you a fake just a fraud a demon to god on god
You fucking my presence up your energy toxic just give it up fasad
And fuck what you talking bout, I can tell by your mouth you fooled by that golden rod
Tell me what's real not pretend, cause the end is the end, and there ain't no tomorrow
No time to sit in the sorrow
In my own lane like cornrows
In my own bag like kernels
The main priority payroll
Wise individual honour roll
If he want smoke it's a case close
Schwarzenegger like Arnold
51 bands on the iPhone
Snappin ya ass all on my phone
Turn your friend into a side hoe
Into a side ting
She a battri a whole train
Can't trust a bitch who got no brain
She fuckin with me cause of balmains
I'm done with the fake and the temp and the cruel and the weak and the fuck make belief
Puffin on gas just to ease
Higher than Pluto
Shit got me weak in my knees
I'm tryna sail all 7 seas
Put in the work like I'm ferg
Since birth I knew i was destined to be
Sheesh, I gotta grind for them haters
Who hated on me, my enemies filled with jealousy, and I can see through the seems
They envy me, like a lighter I spark, I'm going off and ain't no telling when I'm coming back
CRUZEY
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Writer(s): Leo Baliban
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