Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Fakin , by - Big Scoob. Song from the album Duality, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.05.2018
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
No Fakin |
| Rapper trapper chasing the dollar, that’s all I know |
| Fence hopper, running from coppers, kicking the door |
| Bred winner, far from beginner, hunting for dinner |
| Head spinning, plotting and mobbing, dodging the prisons |
| Gutter living, death is a given, fuck being timid |
| Hungry nigga, hair in my stomach, I’m here to get it |
| Sick and tired of walking the line, Big Homie’s livid |
| Uncontrolled explodable, I am with the business |
| I am with the shit no fakin' |
| Lights camera cut no fakin' |
| Ten toes down no fakin' |
| All my nigga around no fakin' |
| No fakin' no fakin' |
| Where I’m from we don’t do no fakin' |
| No fakin' no fakin' |
| Where I’m from we don’t do no fakin' |
| Where I’m from nigga no fakin' we actin dumb |
| Tough niggas roguish and ready and packing guns |
| Grim niggas causing a murder come get your sum |
| I’ma sing it like I bring it in silence you niggas tums |
| I’m a savage ain’t no habit I’m loaded from brick crumbs |
| Switch jobs up and yapper and taking you niggas funds |
| Ima get mad and dump off emotions I’m acting numb |
| It ain’t nothing but a gang when I’m busting |
| I’m having fun |
| I am with the shit no fakin' |
| Lights camera cut no fakin' |
| Ten toes down no fakin' |
| All my nigga around no fakin' |
| No fakin' no fakin' |
| Where I’m from we don’t do no fakin' |
| No fakin' no fakin' |
| Where I’m from we don’t do no fakin' |
| Lights bright, stuck in they sights, it’s all hype |
| Life strife, stuck in a bubble all day and ice |
| Late night, stuck in the struggle, but still fight |
| With all my might, built for the hustle, but do it right |
| Done it, do it, did it, I move it, can still prove it |
| Loyal to the soil, I’m royal blood, I’m the truest |
| Gangbang, repping the name, blood I’m influenced |
| By certified killas, investing time in your ruin |
| Funk struggle locked in a tussle, it’s all war |
| Brute force, I am the muscle guarding the door |
| Thot, tramp, trollop, a pussy, it’s all whores |
| Molested with the metal and ended up on all fours |
| Dumping, busting, bringing destruction, deep in the action |
| Fear enough, then you niggas bluffing, acting, and rapping |
| Faking, shaking, facts in the making, stuck in the matrix |
| I’m done with it, hell with this business |
| These niggas faking |
| I am with the shit no fakin' |
| Lights camera cut no fakin' |
| Ten toes down no fakin' |
| All my nigga around no fakin' |
| No fakin' no fakin' |
| Where I’m from we don’t do no fakin' |
| No fakin' no fakin' |
| Where I’m from we don’t do no fakin' |