Fake Love
P-P-Paolo flipped the brick, bitch
I would never pop pills, just to get high (Yeah-ah!)
In the morning popped a xan, just to get right (Yeah-ah)
I be ballin', now I'm seein' all the fake love
I keep calling all my niggas, told 'em "Watch out for the snakes, dawg" (Snakes)
Puttin' all my pain in a blunt, I roll a fat one
Runnin' through 'em bands, I hope I never missed one (Nah)
Bitch, I'm a drug, you gon' leave me then return back (Yeah-ah)
Yeah-ah, you gon' leave me then return back
My niggas be ready to grind (Grind)
But when it's time to grind, I get on some bullshit
I get tired of life 'cause I don't know what's coming after it
Pop a xan to get over it
You niggas hoes and I lost all my tolerance
Time zone Alaska, but I'm still in front of them
I take my Beretta and tote it, no tournament (Pow, pow)
Fuck fake friends, go tell 'em "You a bummy"
Look around, nobody honest
Don't be worrying 'bout loss, just look at the accomplishments
Only talk bitches and business and politics
Drop everything, focus on your mind set
I got a lotta questions all the time before the sun set
I've been at the bottom, anywhere above is priceless
Tell me where's the perfect climate?
Yeah, I got a hundred problems (Damn)
Whoa, I can't solve 'em with only a hundred dollars (Nah)
And my mother told me "Don't be acting like a toddler" (Ah-uh)
But I scream into your face because I'm fucking honest (Fax)
I would never pop pills, just to get high (Yeah-ah!)
In the morning popped a xan, just to get right (Yeah-ah)
I be ballin', now I'm seein' all the fake love
I keep calling all my niggas, told 'em "Watch out for the snakes, dawg" (Snakes)
Puttin' all my pain in a blunt, I roll a fat one
Runnin' through 'em bands, I hope I never missed one (Nah)
Bitch, I'm a drug, you gon' leave me then return back (Yeah-ah)
Yeah-ah, you gon' leave me then return back
(Umm, when you gonna be dropping your project bro? Your project bro?)
(That's finna be lit, I can't lie)
I would never pop pills, just to get high (Yeah-ah!)
In the morning popped a xan, just to get right (Yeah-ah)
I be ballin', now I'm seein' all the fake love
I keep calling all my niggas, told 'em "Watch out for the snakes, dawg" (Snakes)
Puttin' all my pain in a blunt, I roll a fat one
Runnin' through 'em bands, I hope I never missed one (Nah)
Bitch, I'm a drug, you gon' leave me then return back (Yeah-ah)
Yeah-ah, you gon' leave me then return back
My niggas be ready to grind (Grind)
But when it's time to grind, I get on some bullshit
I get tired of life 'cause I don't know what's coming after it
Pop a xan to get over it
You niggas hoes and I lost all my tolerance
Time zone Alaska, but I'm still in front of them
I take my Beretta and tote it, no tournament (Pow, pow)
Fuck fake friends, go tell 'em "You a bummy"
Look around, nobody honest
Don't be worrying 'bout loss, just look at the accomplishments
Only talk bitches and business and politics
Drop everything, focus on your mind set
I got a lotta questions all the time before the sun set
I've been at the bottom, anywhere above is priceless
Tell me where's the perfect climate?
Yeah, I got a hundred problems (Damn)
Whoa, I can't solve 'em with only a hundred dollars (Nah)
And my mother told me "Don't be acting like a toddler" (Ah-uh)
But I scream into your face because I'm fucking honest (Fax)
I would never pop pills, just to get high (Yeah-ah!)
In the morning popped a xan, just to get right (Yeah-ah)
I be ballin', now I'm seein' all the fake love
I keep calling all my niggas, told 'em "Watch out for the snakes, dawg" (Snakes)
Puttin' all my pain in a blunt, I roll a fat one
Runnin' through 'em bands, I hope I never missed one (Nah)
Bitch, I'm a drug, you gon' leave me then return back (Yeah-ah)
Yeah-ah, you gon' leave me then return back
(Umm, when you gonna be dropping your project bro? Your project bro?)
(That's finna be lit, I can't lie)
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Writer(s): Cezar Poiata
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