Fake
All that lil fake ass energy you can quit it
Thought you caught me lacking im on yo ass now wait a minute
I went out my way buying yo broke ass shit
You think you winning?
Seen her stalking on my Page
She trying to start I already finished
Lets get it
Im in that hellcat going fast Don't need no limits
Shit be crazy all them bad hoes in the club it got me tempted
I'm a hot head ass nigga Man I gotta watch my temper
Me and lionn on a track tht shit get cold like it's december
I Don't really play too much but that's Just me
Once I started rapping I been dropping nothing that heat
Speaking of dropping who dropped Buddy on the t?
It's getting crazy Man niggas wilding in the streets
Death ain't a contest but they steady trying to compete
Homeboy moved into a crib and he aint even sign his lease
I went 10 times harder for all of my youngins trying to eat
Get up out the hood wanna see my family on they feet
Being broke is not a option
Selling dope is not a option
Money ain't the problem
We drop a hit and then we solve it
I got goons that'll hop up out that motherfucking closet
I Don't play about my money Man you better send my deposit
See they gon lie right to my ya face
Can't even go and smoke wit em im pretty sure it's laced
But when I get in touch wit em
They always know they place
That fake face
Them fake lies
Ain't shi that you could say
How you claiming south side
When you ain't even from the A
Ask about the kid
And they gon say to stay away from him
Them niggas ain't my people
I ain't dissing
Just don't fuck wit em
They telling all my business
Swear they most be playing show and tell
They way outta position
Should have known to not put trust in em
But you know
Credit is where credit due
That's what that credit do
I don't fuck wit nobody
And nobody includes you
Can't even trust ya blood
When ya blood gon end up spilling you
This shit is new to me
Naw this shit here was overdue
Worst men then tired
And better man then died
I might have love for you
But best believe I'll put that to the side
Niggas like to talk down on my name
But still gon call my line
Everybody got some to say den heard it ten times
We are not the same
So don't you claim we in no race
I'm Michael myers In this bitch
It's getting scary everyday
I'll pull the curtain's on this butch
Could give a fuck bout what you say
You lacking purpose in this bitch
So at this point you in the way
Thought you caught me lacking im on yo ass now wait a minute
I went out my way buying yo broke ass shit
You think you winning?
Seen her stalking on my Page
She trying to start I already finished
Lets get it
Im in that hellcat going fast Don't need no limits
Shit be crazy all them bad hoes in the club it got me tempted
I'm a hot head ass nigga Man I gotta watch my temper
Me and lionn on a track tht shit get cold like it's december
I Don't really play too much but that's Just me
Once I started rapping I been dropping nothing that heat
Speaking of dropping who dropped Buddy on the t?
It's getting crazy Man niggas wilding in the streets
Death ain't a contest but they steady trying to compete
Homeboy moved into a crib and he aint even sign his lease
I went 10 times harder for all of my youngins trying to eat
Get up out the hood wanna see my family on they feet
Being broke is not a option
Selling dope is not a option
Money ain't the problem
We drop a hit and then we solve it
I got goons that'll hop up out that motherfucking closet
I Don't play about my money Man you better send my deposit
See they gon lie right to my ya face
Can't even go and smoke wit em im pretty sure it's laced
But when I get in touch wit em
They always know they place
That fake face
Them fake lies
Ain't shi that you could say
How you claiming south side
When you ain't even from the A
Ask about the kid
And they gon say to stay away from him
Them niggas ain't my people
I ain't dissing
Just don't fuck wit em
They telling all my business
Swear they most be playing show and tell
They way outta position
Should have known to not put trust in em
But you know
Credit is where credit due
That's what that credit do
I don't fuck wit nobody
And nobody includes you
Can't even trust ya blood
When ya blood gon end up spilling you
This shit is new to me
Naw this shit here was overdue
Worst men then tired
And better man then died
I might have love for you
But best believe I'll put that to the side
Niggas like to talk down on my name
But still gon call my line
Everybody got some to say den heard it ten times
We are not the same
So don't you claim we in no race
I'm Michael myers In this bitch
It's getting scary everyday
I'll pull the curtain's on this butch
Could give a fuck bout what you say
You lacking purpose in this bitch
So at this point you in the way
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Writer(s): Ahmed Mbengue
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