| I’m riding round and I’m getting' it; |
| they riding round pretendin'
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| I been had it, I been done, I promise that it’s all empty
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| They say they ridin' Bugatti’s, man
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| Put some babies through college
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| Quit tryna' act like the trap is cool
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| ‘Cause we tired hearin' that garbage
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| Hey, bags of white, pints of lean
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| I been on dope boys since a teen
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| But this ain’t what we meant to be
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| And y’all don’t make no sense to me
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| You pump fakin', ain’t shootin', ain’t killin, ain’t doin'
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| Half them thangs you say you doin', but 116 we stay true an'
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| Ain’t dope dealin', ain’t Po pimpin', talkin' ‘bout my own folk killin'
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| We on that Jesus soul healin', so serious, gorillas
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| Wild ain’t we, can’t tame us, been changed, can’t change us
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| 1:16 — You can’t shame us. |
| Live that truth; |
| you can’t blame us
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| I heard him say he bought the block (Fakin!)
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| In his song he say he gansta' but he not (Fakin!)
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| Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks (Fakin!)
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| While his chain leavin' green on his neck (Fakin!)
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| I’m not impressed
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| So I guess that make you, yes that make you
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| That make you a faker!
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| So I guess that make you, yes that make you
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| That make you a faker!
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| So I guess that make you, yes that make you
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| That make you a faker!
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| So I guess that make you, yes that make you
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| That make you a faker!
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| He was all juiced up, thought he was 2Pac
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| ‘Til ‘dem boys caught him, hit him with them two shots
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| Now, he in the station singin' like he T-Pain
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| The bullets made him lean, now I guess he’s 2 Chainz
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| He bought that bentley kit, and wrapped it ‘round a 300
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| Now matter how you put it, boy, that’s still a 300
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| Stop that fakin' and the flatchin' dawg cut it off
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| Frontin' like your paper longer than the Power Ball
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| He think he Scarface, guess he ain’t seen the movie
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| Keep on fakin' ‘til you face down in a Jacuzzi
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| With some killas in you room with some real guns
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| That don’t make noise when they blast it but they real guns
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| I heard him say he bought the block (Fakin!)
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| In his song he say he gansta' but he not (Fakin!)
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| Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks (Fakin!)
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| While his chain leavin' green on his neck (Fakin!)
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| I’m not impressed
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| So I guess that make you, yes that make you
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| That make you a faker!
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| So I guess that make you, yes that make you
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| That make you a faker!
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| So I guess that make you, yes that make you
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| That make you a faker!
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| So I guess that make you, yes that make you
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| That make you a faker!
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| Real recognize real; |
| introduce ya' self
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| Careful with that cannon boy; |
| you might just shoot ya' self
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| Somebody wake em', tell em' to stop fakin'
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| Before they end up lyin' in the woods buck naked
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| These killas fulla' them demons, while you pretendin' you Scarface
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| You ain’t really no ghetto boy, why you fakin' that hard face?
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| That just made him furious; |
| somebody call Fishburne
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| Tell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn
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| And hell burns hotter, I turn to the Father
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| I prayin', «Lord forgive em' ‘cause they lyin' like Mufasa
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| They got these eight' graders with they eyes on a choppa
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| I pray the Lord save ‘em ‘fo He drop ‘em and make ‘em stop it
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| I heard him say he bought the block (Fakin!)
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| In his song he say he gansta' but he not (Fakin!)
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| Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks (Fakin!)
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| While his chain leavin' green on his neck (Fakin!)
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| I’m not impressed
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| So I guess that make you, yes that make you
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| That make you a faker!
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| So I guess that make you, yes that make you
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| That make you a faker!
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| So I guess that make you, yes that make you
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| That make you a faker!
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| So I guess that make you, yes that make you
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| That make you a faker!
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| Fakin!
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| Oooh (Fakin!)
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| Oooh (Fakin!)
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| Oooh (Fakin!)
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| Oooh (Fakin!)
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| Oooh (Fakin!) |