fake

I got some things that I should do
Before I waste my time with you
I know you trying to play it cool
Ain't doing no favors
No, I'm shaking no hand
That's what made us
So I ain't calling you friend
Cuz you'll be fake

I'm only rapping for part-time
Y'all be acting like a feline
And I got designer from head to my toe
But y'all are the ones that still be rocking Fila
I ain't going to lie man I won't want to be you
Bad girl I cannot take her to Rocco
I call that a knockout
The way that I'm throwing these bullets really got me feeling like Flacco
They are focused on drama but not me
Flushing my ball in the paint like I'm Yao Ming
We wipe him up with some Bounty
I stay right by the goal and just wait till they foul me

He said he got paper
He begging for smoke like a vapor
I told that boy get your cake up
That boy is a faker
We knocked them out like the Lakers
Like we are the 92 Lakers

It's getting cold in here now
We got the opp's getting bold in here now
Y'all put the gold in y'alls mouth
I like it all on my wrist like it is now
I send condolences to your whole family
You hate on me but you singing my melodies
Pick a side
I know people that's hate it's you and I
Had to leave her I kicked that girl to the side

If I could
If I had the power to band my kids from doing
Anything it would be rapping
You cant become a rapper
You can't
Chances are you won't blow
And if you do blow up
It seems like you're going to end up dead or in jail

I got some things that I should do
Before I waste my time with you
I know you trying to play it cool
Ain't doing no favors
No I'm not shaking any hand
That's what made us
So I ain't calling you friend

Cuz you'll be fake
You'll be fake
You'll be fake
You'll be fake
You'll be fake



Credits
Writer(s): Keith Dokes
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