| Everybody tryna get up on our shit
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| Talking 'bout they’re elevated, they don’t know the half of it
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| Tryna get up in our posse, we got rules like fucking Nazis
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| Gotta pop a acid-hit and let it drip like A$AP Rocky, hold up
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| Catch me in SOHO with my team we’re riding 'dolo
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| Hugging all my fans givings ends up to the hobos
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| Walk around the store can’t tell I’m high, you smell the dro though
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| If you don’t fuck with the gang man you ain’t gettin' any photos
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| Let me stop it, all joints be rockets
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| Shit ain’t nothing roll another, got a half O in my pocket
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| I sweat the topic, they call me a prophet
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| Making music, fucking third eye and the close their other sockets
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| Spit this conscious shit and all these other rappers fronting
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| 'bout to fuck the whole game up while I’m toking, it ain’t nothing
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| Be that indigo, you know, reppin' for that golden soul
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| Gotta get in where you fit in, you ain’t with it gotta go
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| Can’t fuck with niggas man, can’t fuck with niggas man
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| They said they bout it, they ain’t bout it, they ain’t with the plan
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| Can’t fuck with niggas man, can’t fuck with niggas man
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| I keep a fucking closed circle, you ain’t with the gang
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| Back on the map, now your chick all over my aura
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| She see the king seeking the ring but never get nothing for her
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| Brought up where futures ain’t promised, look at my life be astonished
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| Dishin' out positive rays, receiving back the same thing
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| A living lord of my land, you niggas novice, I know this
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| Couldn’t write a bar that I know, the UA the hardest you know this
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| Uh, killa in the game, I ain’t even gonna lie
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| Never thought I’d be in it, told 'em it’s gonna take time
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| But of course they repent it, cause I coast through the limits
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| Know the torch, spit the venom, now we large and we living — Uh
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| Guided by the light, shine the dark away
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| Oh, you never earn a penny, live the harder way
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| Your heart’s intention be what your cards display
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| So spread love that’s the godly way, got more drugs than a pharmacy
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| Uh, that’s your main squeeze in the lingerie
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| She on her knee’s like she trying to pray
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| Embracing the D in all kinda ways
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| So spirit-free is what I’m tryna say, mothafucka
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| Shit, I ain’t gonna lie
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| Went to school until I grew up, thought the limit was the sky
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| Now I’m winning with the moon and killing liquid based lies
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| Spreading knowledge like a tutor, doofus, screw waiting in line
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| Let the Sour D fill my lungs
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| Gold fangs hangin' over my gums
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| We Flatbush bruh, can’t stop us, just watch this
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| And let the legends grow and become, uh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fake Fans , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album The Lords of Flatbush, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп