Lyrics False Evidence Appearing Real - Chris Crack

False Evidence Appearing Real

Uh, just bodied up the whole stage
See if they can hold face, asking if she ok
No sey, white shades like I’m Cobain
Blueprints, listening to no Jay (Flex)
Opposite of old face, lemme get some more space
Nigga, she got a man but no manners
That ain’t exotic pop, nigga that’s a cold Fanta (Let's talk about it)
Go panda with 4 hammers
I call it Rudolf with the red nose and both antlers (Boom)
I bought that shit, it ain’t no Santa (Never)
Or go Joe Dancer, I’ma troll 'til they fold campers
I got this game from an old pamphlet (Flex)
Nigga, unruly ain’t got no standards (None)
None, why the beats better than the rappers?
I ain’t know if he was rappin', I ain’t know if he was trapping (Ha)
What happened to role models?
Not the ones who sold us out for a gold bottle (Huh?)
On a speedboat, well I’m Joseph in the technicolor dream coat (Flex)
Bitch, or that fly, this ain’t satire
I got baptized on the westside, you was just chastised (Bitch)
Too wavy can’t capsize, (Never)
Ay, don’t shake, just dap mine
I tap lines with this cast iron
They gon' honor me though (Foreal)
I saw Zack Fox at a dope ass comedy show
I always lie to these hoes (Always)
I don’t even try with these hoes
No Lyft, I don’t even say bye to these hoes
Ay Cutta, why they eyeing me for?
The fuck?
What they wanna do?
What’s up?
What you sayin'?