The Love Fake (feat. Lyrivelli)

(Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) going through life the best way I know how
(Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) only way I knew, ain't no directions to this shit

Before I argue, I catch a flight (go), solid for the rest of life (solid)
Before you buy it, check the price, these youngins don't respect advice
I'm sittin' in the park a white boy I feel like Wesley Snipes
I think a pick, 49er forever, I'm Jerry Rice
Everywhere I'm at, it's on us heavy, we ain't never light
Every day is hell on Earth, I'm guessin' death is paradise
I'm still smokin' pressure, playin' the greatest hits of Barry White (uh)
A nigga with an attitude like Eric Wright

Casamigos on my breath, stumblin' with a pair of chicks to share the night
I'm all about a check like a pair of Nikes
I think I had niggas across you when I hear 'bout Christ
Lord forgive me, I done sat in court, what the lawyer cost me was more than plenty, is my life
Early June, late '80s, coca-dope catch a flight
Take you on a high you never felt, just bring an extra pipe (bring an extra)
Summer in the '90s, by August, I'm on my seventh bike (gimme that)
It's no exaggeration, by 16, I met the devil twice

All this fake love is really jealousy (jealousy)
Uh, fuck how you view me, nigga, you dead to me (dead to me)
Stood on my ten toes, I didn't remember me (all ten)
If I die today, won't be no smut on my legacy (none)
It's hard to see my blessings (uh), I ask God a lot of questions (yeah)
Why my niggas have to go? They ain't get another second, uh (yeah)
I've been paranoid, I've been clutchin' on my weapon (look)
Won't say shit to me, nigga, just gotta accept it, nigga (look)

I stood outside with a pistol, my vibe was not residential (nah)
Politics might convince you, my watch is still presidential (plain)
Topics that might offend you, or possibly might could end you (end you)
Thought you was dreamin', somebody pinch you, survived these issues
Only way you can talk like you me, sometimes you spin through (spin)
Put the fame aside, show these niggas what you been through (show these niggas)
Community, revolution, and progressin'
Podcast, 50 on them, 30 niggas on my chest, I've been true

Seen close friends disappear soon as the wind blew (I seen 'em)
Never thought me becomin' that nigga would offend you (damn)
Hoppin' out of rentals was a daily habit (damn)
But now I'm on my way to Paris, ask about baggage, I got a fist full (uh)
Goyard and get me Louis, that black and gray shit (black and gray)
Still I got the aura of a pit bull
Wrist full of diamonds, all that mean is that it's clip full (uh)
You can still hear my hunger, I don't get full

All this fake love is really jealousy (jealousy)
Uh, fuck how you view me, nigga, you dead to me (dead to me)
Stood on my ten toes, I didn't remember me (all ten)
If I die today, won't be no smut on my legacy (none)
It's hard to see my blessings (uh), I ask God a lot of questions (yeah)
Why my niggas have to go? They ain't get another second, uh (yeah)
I've been paranoid, I've been clutchin' on my weapon (look)
Won't say shit to me, nigga, just gotta accept it, nigga (look, whoa)