Faking It

When I say I'm gone make it
My nigga I ain't fake it
Seriously make it be trapping we settle this
Hundred degrees I just turn the heat on

I'm the man of the sea
You depressed like a bitch
I'm keep on the stove

Why you calling my phone feature
You bet I go famous...
I'm not gonna lose. I'll still be standing
Who da bitch sucking be dick for a candy
I'm all about grammy
The time I get cash I'm spend on the Fendi
Gotta flex one the club. I got twenty's
Hoes they bitches they're many
Blue benji they up gotta understand him

That's your hoes
She can't never stop she on my flow
I don't know
She better be bouncing it back
She not worthy for no 20s
You got some problems the dollars I throw
The farther I go this hoes on toes
10 toes on way
Gotta keep up the grind
Hello my name is xclush
Get any closer I'll put you in the dust
More like the dirt... swip that card see how It work
I rap what do you do for lifetime
Loading the clip. shoting niggas that be hating my song
On the dash... don't go slow on fast
My bad for the hoe on the trash

Give all respect to you master
On a race I go faster
The flow that i got Unpredictable
Being black on this Industry is criminal
Your nigga trash pitful

When I say I'm gone make it
My nigga I ain't fake it
Seriously make it be trapping we settle this
Hundred degrees I just turn the heat on
I'm the man of the sea
You depressed like a bitch
I'm keep on the stove

Why you calling my phone feature
You bet I go famous
I'm not gonna lose I'll still be standing
Who da bitch sucking dick for a candy
I'm all about grammy
The time I get cash I'm spend on the Fendi

When I say I'm gone make it
My nigga I ain't fake it
Seriously make it be trapping we settle this
hundred degrees I just turn the heat on
I'm the man of the sea
You depressed like a bitch
I'm keep on the stove



Credits
Writer(s): Abdi Osman
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