Fake Love

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Gang, I hope we locked in like she said we was
Count that money, got paper cuts
Count this money, got paper cuts
I know they don't like how we comin' up

But shawty go down, she ain't comin' up till she finish
Before that boy start his career, get ended
I was just broke nun but, lent in my britches
I was just callin' an they'll hit end

Now I got racks, tryna be in the mix
Count this money, got paper cuts
I know they don't like how we comin' up
But shawty go down, she ain't comin' up till she finish

Before that boy start his career, get in it
I was just broke nun but, lent in my britches
I was just callin' an they'll hit end
Now I got racks, tryna be in the mix

I ain't got time for the fake love
I'd rather have real opps, heat to cold shit, I f*ck around spill some
Poppin' painkillers, tryna heal na
You took mine, bet you know how I feel na

I'm too real for the cross, but they tried
I been lookin' for peace, I can't find it
I ran up the racks, they wish bad, but I got it
I was just broke then the bitch had me plottin
Went back to the block over, over kept tryin
Know he ain't gangsta, just tell him stop lyin
Used to wear, robins', to feel like I'm flyin
Momma ya, baby, can't afford some designer
Mama he play, I spill his lasagna

Get on the stand, I lie to your honor
Blues in my pocket, no K-Packof Roxy
Slid the, same day, tryna take off his noggin
Dumped the whole clip, he decided he won't try me

Really be coolin you play, you won't like me
Diggin' the way that I walk oh she like me
Ever bout pressure, not takin' it lightly
Switchin' my dawgs, that would never be like me

Bouta check, I got blood on my Nikes
Slidin' in strikers', you know I'm tryna strike hem

Countin this money, got paper cuts know they
Don't like how we comin' up, when shawty go down
She ain't comin' up till she finished

Before the boy start his career, get ended
I was just broke, no, but lent in' my bridges
I was just callin' they'll hit end now I got racks
Tryna be in a mix

Countin this money got paper cuts, I know they don't like
How we comin' up, when shawty go down
She ain't comin' up till she finished
Before the boy start his career, get ended

I was just broke, no, but lent in' my bridges
I was just callin' an they'll hit end now I got racks
Tryna be in a mix, oh yeah
I was fuckin' around, tryna be in a mix

I was broke than a bitch, nigga, I ain't have shit, I was down to my dick
Thinkin' life is a bitch, spendin' nights in the trap, tryna flip me a brick
With the bros on the block, we just plottin' a lick
Real life, I ain't have it had dreams, I was rich

Lost bro to this shit, so I got on my shit
Loafed up, no bread, yea it's a plot twist
I'ma stay in my lane while I run it up
When I step on the scene, I'ma f*ck it up

She gon' f*ck on Lil' Mnkyy and smoke a blunt
An we spinnin' in strikers, we gon' live it up
He try, play with my brothers, I fill em up
Lost some dogs on the way, I'ma pour a cup

Keep a Glock in my jeans, with this double cup
Just might come to your city and f*ck it up

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