I’m riding around and I’m getting it
They riding around pretending
I’ve been had and I’ve been done
And I promise that it’s all empty
They say they riding bugattis
Man put some babies through college
Quit trying to act like the trap is cool
Cause we tired of hearing that garbage
Hey bags of white pints of lean
I’ve been on dope boy since the teens
But this ain’t what we meant to be
And ya’ll don’t make no sense to me
You pump fakin ain’t shooting ain’t killing
Ain’t doing half them things you say you doing
But 116 we stay true
And they dope dealing ain’t po pimping
Talking bout my own folk killing
We on that Jesus soul healing
Soul serious gorillas wild angry can’t tame us
Been changed can’t change us
116 you can’t shame us live that truth you can’t blame us
I heard say he bought the block
In his song he say he gangsta but he not
Say he making money cash and big checks
While his chain leaving green on his neck
I’m not impressed
Guess that make you (2x)
That make you a faker
[4x]
He was all juiced up thought he was to pop
Til them boys called hit him with them two shots
Now he in the station he singing like he T pain
Them bullets made him lean now I guess he’s 2 change
He bought that big league cannon wrapped it round the 300
No matter how you put boy it this still a three hundred
Stop that fakin and that flatching go cut it off
Fronting like your paper longer than the power ball
He think he scarface guess he ain’t seen the movie
Keep on faking til your face down in the jacuzzi
With some killers in your room with some real guns
That don’t make noise and they plastic but they real guns
I heard say he bought the block
In his song he say he gangsta but he not
Say he making money cash and big checks
While his chain leaving green on his neck
I’m not impressed
Guess that make you (2x)
That make you a faker
Real recognize real introduce yourself
Careful with that cannon boy you might just shoot yourself
Somebody wake em tell em to stop faking
Before they end up lying in the woods butt naked
These killers full of them demons while you pretending you Scarface
You ain’t really no ghetto boy why you faking that hard face
That just made him furious somebody call fishburne
Tell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn
And hell burns hotter I turn to the father
I’m praying Lord forgive em cause they lying like mufasa
They got these eighth graders with their eyes on a chopper
I pray the Lord save em before he drop em and make em stop it
I heard say he bought the block
In his song he say he gangsta but he not
Say he making money cash and big checks
While his chain leaving green on his neck
I’m not impressed
Guess that make you (2x)
That make you a faker
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