They say I’m too fake, f-ck it I’m paid I can’t even find an empty spot inside my safe I got Carti’s on my eyes, Louis on my case Lobster, shrimp, and calimari right here chilling on my plate They say I’m too fake, f-ck it I’m paid I can’t even find an empty spot inside my safe I got Carti’s on my eyes, Louis on my case Lobster, shrimp, and calimari right here chilling on my plate They tell me I’m on time, even when I’m late Even if it’s a lie they say everything is great I’m grabbin’ the fattest asses, just to see ‘em shake I swear I’m too real to be, I’m too real to be livin’ so fake
Look out! Cause I’m just too fake for the world I know it’s just a game to me I’m just too fake you see I wish I didn’t have to be but watch out I got too much soul for the world It’s breaking my heart in two I got too much soul for you I don’t like it but it’s true
Yeah I know Sean, I swear that n-gga ain’t sh-t Known him for forever and he ain’t on the same sh-t It breaks my heart when all the kids be yelling “You the mayne, Big” He ain’t no hometown hero, he on that LeBron James sh-t Man I tell him suck my d-ck then choke on a nut Cause when they see me it’s oh Big what’s up? Man for the team, man, fam, or regime Might knock down any door, open it up Got on and now you startin’ actin’ different huh? No really I wasn’t f-ckin’ with you from the beginnin’ bruh Here we are, here we go, my circle tighter than a Cheerio People want a handle like silver spoons People want a handout like here you go Man, the realest n-gga I know is inside the mirror bro And these fools be trippin’ like a suitcase, a shoelace They too fake, and I’m too real, yeah, boy
Uh, I got too much soul for you, yeah
Fake it til you make it What happens when you do? Friends turn to strangers, so I’m a stranger, too They want this or that Boy gotta hustle like a flip or pack A year ago a n-gga wasn’t gettin’ scratch Then I hit the booth and came up with a sick attack Oh yes, feelin’ so strong we about to take the game like Conquest Wish we fail, but they check pre-sales, and a hater gets proven wrong, yes They just bantering, cause I’m not answering Married to the music so I never give a hand a ring But Chiddy jigga with these girls we be on the necks And they get mad cause we really don’t respond to text Yeah, they say I, may be just on the shady side Maybe I, grow so much and I smoke so much got a lazy eye Yeah I’m too gone, this the new sh-t to get loose on The boy Chiddy and Sean on a new song If you ain’t with it, tell me what the f-ck you on I said I in heads, made it off of Big chance Yeah and still the game can make you fake like implant I quitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
