Never Fake

Never been fake
Ima die a hundred
Tell my people
Keeping riding for me
Pensacola to Charlotte
That's how I'm coming
Never back down from nothing
So how I'm running
People rather be fake then get to the money
How they hate me and love me
Man Damn that's funny
People often get lost
On the way to money
Notice people with money
Start acting funny

I'm switching flow to show skill
Hop in my automobile
Where do you live
Let's make it back to my crib
I know they gone ask where I been
So Just keep that shit to yourself
No feds around me that's the real
Highly favor fuck a deal
I know you gunna fold under pressure
Cause you ain't around
When we stretching
Boobbe miles
Learn your lesson
Had to grind til I did it
Hardly stable never slipping
Politicians in they feelings
All my brothers go get it
Didn't I mention
We want it all keep the pension
Boy it get hot in the kitchen
Best if you stop drop and roll
Let's get this under control
I got no room for a snake
But it's ok
They serving rappers today
Another cold case
If you ain't gunna help bro
Then you in the way
I got no handouts to give out today
Don't hit my phone if it ain't for a play
I went to college but still want the k
I got the knowledge but still wanna spray
They talking violence
Never threatened me
Police be wilding
Kill you when you free

Never been fake
Ima die a hundred
Tell my people
Keeping riding for me
Pensacola to Charlotte
That's how I'm coming
Never back down from nothing
So how I'm running
People rather be fake then get to the money
How they hate me and love me
Man Damn that's funny
People often get lost
On the way to money
Notice people with money
Start acting funny

How we gonna stop it we not
We just gone build up the block
And hope that we take what they got
Investing in all they stock
Working my way to the top
They could not stop me
If they had a lock
Fuck what you thought
I been bout mine since the day that I dropped
Never judge me by gold that I rock
Only judge me by the hearts that I touch

I been grinding
But don't want me no deal
People listen
Never notice the real
You can hate me man
If that's How you feel
Hard to be censored
When you speaking real
Don't try to stop me
Yea nigga next
I keep my blessings
Hostered like the tech
I got some shooters
No they never miss
I ain't no gangster
Baby I'm legit
They doing music
Say they catching plays
Got a degree
But I ain't never changed
Nothing gunna stop me
Y'all ain't in my lane
What do you know bout my stress
Cause you want some gold on my neck
Ice wrist

And everybody out here being fake



Credits
Writer(s): Trey Armstrong
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