#FakeWoke
• Written by DJbreadshow
First verse-
Throwin round wallets like tha dude that kid Cudi hit
Nevermind all that hatred/ just please stop that fake shit
Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape
I hate everything you stand for, it's fake
It's like 5 minutes ago, woke up and all I see is a whore,
Can't use that phonecause I'm sure someone is tappin indid it before
Enough is enough with your fake ass lines
Stuntin' in some other Jordan nines
I think you need the streets to succeed the industry
For the sake of all money, this is fake and y'all funny
A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state
How could you think that if everyone is fake they can make it
You other bitches fake, just like baloney,
I just wanted somebody I can see
They for grossing a bigger business
Woke up and from woken from above like who tha fuck is this
Chorus-
Talking about i'm the best rapper fuckers, you bitches take
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake
Mother fuckers what you do
2nd verse-
Ur stories was always fake
I know what it take
They can not pause like right one sega
Fake based in the area
Fuck, clean up on aisle six
Hit and miss these fake crips
I'm dreaming to be great
You can think i'm a fake,
And these fake cocksuckers fists/
Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss
H2o flow and i don't hold gate
I don't believe in bein fake
Your fake, man you mistake
Who’s iller, i’ll wait
Chorus-
Talking about i'm the best rapper fuckers, you bitches take
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake
Mother fuckers what you do,
Third verse-
You as fake as fake needs to know.
Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo
The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.
My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
Ur love was always fake
She self made, i'm self made
Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,
And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick
On twitter today / #ripping this fake
Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape
You can think i'm a fake,
I can tell you that this tape
Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back
Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that
Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,
A lot of women from conversation could fall in love
Chorus-
Talking about i'm the best rapper fuckers, you bitches take
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake
Mother fuckers what you do
Fourth verse-
I'm with your girlfriend eating chips
Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,
You can think i'm a fake,
New york, va, dc, get paid
And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew
You fuckers hella fat, like whales imma bout to beach you
Ice and rain, letter, center of attention
I dnt no where you muther fuckers have been
But nobody cares about ém, son bow down now, fuckers, ether nigga
I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh
All you niggas dead , dead fake
They fasting they won't leave me eat
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DJbreadshow
Member since February 4 2022