| Faker, faker, faker |
| Saying oh, I’m a hater, know I’m in your favor |
| I’m a lover but a motherfucker |
| They don’t make 'em like me since my mother gave me all my flavor |
| Uncle made me tougher, pops made me a cusser |
| But still capable and able |
| Faker, faker, faker |
| Saying oh, I’m a hater, know I’m in your favor |
| I’m a lover but a motherfucker |
| They don’t make 'em like me since my mother gave me all my flavor |
| Uncle made me tougher, pops made me a cusser |
| But still capable and able |
| What was on the table? |
| It was orange juice, cream cheese, and bagels |
| shit |
| Not Swishers it was dutches with some sour shit |
| Now it’s punches with some powder shit |
| Don’t know what it is |
| Don’t know what it is, but I’m gon' take it |
| Don’t know if I want it, but |
| I already did it, don’t know if I’ll make it |
| Ain’t that some shit? Ain’t that something? |
| Hmm, I guess that’s just the way it is |
| And I never wanted, not for you |
| The shit to happen the way it did |
| And now we’ll never know, know, know, know |
| And now we’ll never know |
| And now we’ll never know, know, know, know |
| And now we’ll never know |
| She tried to end it too |
| I can’t be that mad, I tried to bend the rules |
| Said no brown liquor, but I kept sipping |
| But when I sipped clear I was set-tripping |
| On old Jame-O and Remmy too and Henny too |
| I love 'em like Betty Boop, send me a |
| Thought I was settling, I’m sitting here selling the blues |
| To whoever listening, all eleven of you |
| Need to get back to the facts, to telling the news |
| Half of the crap I spew, who is relevant to? |
| My ex and friends I have left, my relatives too |
| I guess, they probably just as fed up as you |
| Looking like it’s time for me to get up and move |
| Could’ve been my time but feel like I was set up to lose |
| But all this shit is just a lie, I ain’t telling the truth |
| Every time I say it why there ain’t a pellet of proof? |
| Where I’m gonna go? The city mine |
| From every bench to every building in the city sky |
| When I was swizzed and high, only time I was vilified |
| Can’t be illegitimized, where the savage is civilized |
| Uh, the city what Wiki epitomize, the kid is solidified |
| Faker, faker, faker |
| Saying oh, I’m a hater, know I’m in your favor |
| I’m a lover but a motherfucker |
| They don’t make 'em like me since my mother gave me all my flavor |
| Uncle made me tougher, pops made me a cusser |
| But still capable and able |
| Faker, faker, faker |
| Saying oh, I’m a hater, know I’m in your favor |
| I’m a lover but a motherfucker |
| They don’t make 'em like me since my mother gave me all my flavor |
| Uncle made me tougher, pops made me a cusser |
| But still capable and able |