Fake
Cold world
Bad world
Wicked world
No fake friends
No fake love
No fake zone
No bad energy
No fake family
No fake foes
No fake friends
No fake love
No fake zone
No bad energy
No fake family
No fake foes
I pray to God
I pray to God
Grant me vision
Give me foresight
Let me figure dem out
I want to murder them
Lessons learnt
Don't be silly again
Abort them!
I can sense
What them plotting against me
I feel it
I don't care, what you thinking about me
Fuck it up!
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it up!
I've been broken down
I've been used and dumbed
I've been backstabbed
By lot of fake friends
I've been broken down
I've been used and dumbed
I've been backstabbed
By lot of fake friends
Let ya gunshots
Come my way
Yeah, yeh
Got the vim
Got the bulletproof
Oh, ho
Let the gunshots
Come my way
I got the vim
Got the bulletproof
Oh, ho
No fake friends
No fake love
No fake zone
No bad energy
No fake family
No fake foes
No fake friends
No fake love
No fake zone
No bad energy
No fake family
No fake foes
All my enemies, gang gang gang
Gang up!
Just to see me, fall fall fall
From grace
You can't
See me
Falling
Into
My grave
No way
No way
No way
You can't
See me
Falling
Into
Your trap
No way
No way
No way
You can't catch me
I'm so faster like the wind yeh
Azuma Nelson punch your face
Got you bleeding
I'm the sniper roll out in the shooting mood
I'm in the killing mode
Rolling with the realest gee
Bad world
Wicked world
No fake friends
No fake love
No fake zone
No bad energy
No fake family
No fake foes
No fake friends
No fake love
No fake zone
No bad energy
No fake family
No fake foes
I pray to God
I pray to God
Grant me vision
Give me foresight
Let me figure dem out
I want to murder them
Lessons learnt
Don't be silly again
Abort them!
I can sense
What them plotting against me
I feel it
I don't care, what you thinking about me
Fuck it up!
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it up!
I've been broken down
I've been used and dumbed
I've been backstabbed
By lot of fake friends
I've been broken down
I've been used and dumbed
I've been backstabbed
By lot of fake friends
Let ya gunshots
Come my way
Yeah, yeh
Got the vim
Got the bulletproof
Oh, ho
Let the gunshots
Come my way
I got the vim
Got the bulletproof
Oh, ho
No fake friends
No fake love
No fake zone
No bad energy
No fake family
No fake foes
No fake friends
No fake love
No fake zone
No bad energy
No fake family
No fake foes
All my enemies, gang gang gang
Gang up!
Just to see me, fall fall fall
From grace
You can't
See me
Falling
Into
My grave
No way
No way
No way
You can't
See me
Falling
Into
Your trap
No way
No way
No way
You can't catch me
I'm so faster like the wind yeh
Azuma Nelson punch your face
Got you bleeding
I'm the sniper roll out in the shooting mood
I'm in the killing mode
Rolling with the realest gee
Credits
Writer(s): Mohammed Yakin
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