| Now I could talk about, a car or some paint
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| Maybe jewelry that I bought, that you probably can’t
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| The broads that I fuck, the people that I meet
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| But that shit won’t help a young nigga, survive on the street
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| I can tell you bout how many, blocks I bled with the crack
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| Stood outside every night, trying to get myself a stack
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| But when niggas run up on you, with that thang to your back
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| Is your motherfucking ass, fin to know how to react
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| See hustling is some shit, that a nigga is born with
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| Not some game from a song, you can try to get on with
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| Now you can buy every song, bout crack ever made
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| But if it ain’t in your heart, you ain’t fins to get paid
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| Now read some Iceberg Slim, it might get you a bitch
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| But you’ll never have a stable, you’ll never be rich
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| Memorize all your Screw tapes, it won’t make you a G Cause niggas dying out here, trying to be they favorite MC
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| Do whatever you please, say whatever you want
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| But don’t fake, don’t front naw
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| Cause it ain’t hard to get touched, to get roughed up To get fucked up, y’all
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| Lately I’ve been zoning, trying to get away from all of the pressure
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| These wanna-be G’s that wanna-be MC’s, need to get they shit together
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| It’s whatever, niggas thinking they thugging cause they crunk off Pac
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| And everytime they step out on the block, they be the first to get shot
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| I don’t know what you thinking, but dog we keep it gangsta for real
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| We took everything that we lived, and then supplied it with skills
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| I don’t need no handout, cause I grind and I can shine on my own
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| Everything I talked about the memory, I ain’t just make up no song
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| Better check my bloodline, everything I represent might get you shut down
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| Been in the midst of guerillas, respected I never backed down
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| I’m faithfully mobbing, while y’all be faithfully faking
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| Perpetrating trying to play that roll, will get your life faithfully taken
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| And dismissed bitch, you don’t wanna get caught up in that street hype
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| If you ain’t been in these streets, then you won’t make it in that street life
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| I’m telling you mayn, better leave that dick-riding alone
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| And go on and do what you do, and take your fraud ass back home
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| A lot of thangs be on my mind, all the time
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| Move around, a lot of niggas be out here lying
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| All the time, so they can shine
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| But as long, as they don’t cross that line
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| Anytime, I don’t pay you no mind
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| I just gotta be me, niggas you need to be you
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| What you lying fo' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Fake , by - Trae Tha Truth. Song from the album Same Thing Different Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп