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Fakin'
- [Verse 1:]
- I'm riding round and I’m getting’ it; they riding round pretendin’
- I been had it, I been done, I promise that it's all empty
- They say they ridin’ Bugatti's, man, put some babies through college
- Quit tryna’ act like the trap is cool, ‘cause we tired hearin’ that garbage
- Hey, bags of white, pints of lean, I been on dope boys since a teen
- But this ain't what we meant to be, and y'all don't make no sense to me
- You pump fakin’, ain't shootin’, ain't killin, ain't doin’
- Half them thangs you say you doin’, but 116 we stay true an’
- Ain't dope dealin’, ain't Po pimpin’, talkin’ ‘bout my own folk killin’
- We on that Jesus soul healin’, so serious, gorillas
- Wild ain’t we, can't tame us, been changed, can’t change us
- 1:16 –You can’t shame us. Live that truth; you can't blame us
- [Hook]
- I heard him say he bought the block
- (Fakin!)
- In his song he say he gansta’ but he not
- (Fakin!)
- Say he makin’ money, cashin’ big checks
- (Fakin!)
- While his chain leavin’ green on his neck
- (Fakin!)
- I’m not impressed
- So I guess that make you, yes that make you
- That make you a faker!(x4)
- [Verse 2:]
- He was all juiced up, thought he was 2Pac
- ‘Til ‘dem boys caught him, hit him with them two shots
- Now, he in the station singin’ like he T Pain
- The bullets made him lean, now I guess he’s 2 Chainz
- He bought that bentley kit, and wrapped it ‘round a 300
- Now matter how you put it, boy, that’s still a 300
- Stop that fakin’ and the flatchin’ dawg cut it off
- Frontin’ like your paper longer than the Power Ball
- He think he Scarface, guess he ain’t seen the movie
- Keep on fakin’ ‘til you face down in a Jacuzzi
- With some killas in you room with some real guns
- That don’t make noise when they blast it but they real guns
- [Hook]
- [Verse 3:]
- Real recognize real; introduce ya’ self
- Careful with that cannon boy; you might just shoot ya’ self
- Somebody wake em’, tell em’ to stop fakin’
- Before they end up lyin’ in the woods buck naked
- These killas fulla’ them demons, while you pretendin’ you Scarface
- You ain't really no ghetto boy, why you fakin’ that hard face?
- That just made him furious; somebody call Fishburne
- Tell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn
- And hell burns hotter, I turn to the Father
- I prayin’, “Lord forgive em’ ‘cause they lyin’ like Mufasa
- They got these eight’ graders with they eyes on a choppa
- I pray the Lord save ‘em ‘fo He drop ‘em and make ‘em stop it
- [Hook]
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