FAKE SHI' IS CONTAGIOUS

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Why you turn your bro to fashion? Why you put him on a shirt
When you had to pull that trigger, man, I know that pain hurt
Now you try to numb the pain by abusing all them percs
How you shot your own homie? While y'all coolin'?
If y'all grew up together, why you boomed him
Little nigga got addicted to the shootin
That's some next shit, not gon' lie
Nigga took his own bro life
Probably thought about killin' him every night
Quick to grab a gun, no one ever wanna fight
No, no, no
Little nigga really went and turned stone cold
Oh, same dead nigga hit ah stain on me
So the bullets went flying, call it 8th degrees
When you up, niggas envy
But I was broke before, so I got empathy
I know some niggas with no sympathy for dead niggas
Bro slurrin' all his words, baby bottle full of red
He sippin' on that lean, now he leanin
Drugs boost his ego, now that nigga think that he a demon
Sent some shots at homie for no reason
Man, this thirty like a clergy way it's preachin
And I can't let them bullets see me before I see him
And I don't need no fake love, you can keep it
If you ever heard some pain, this the remix
How he turn his bro to fashion, I don't know'
Oh
Then he post another status R I P To Bro,
Now he in church, beggin' God to save his soul
Fake shit is contagious
You don't love me now, but you would love me if I'm famous
You don't love me now, but you would love me in the pavement
You don't love me now, but you would love me in my spaceship
Gang shit, ain't no gang shit with you lame niggas
Big homie's not your homie, why you think that nigga changed, nigga
How you call him brother? Was he brother when you aimed at him
I know some niggas with no sympathy for dead niggas
Bro slurrin' all his words, baby bottle full of red
He sippin' on that lean, now he leanin
Drugs boost his ego, now that nigga think that he a demon
Sent some shots at homie for no reason
Man, this thirty like a clergy way its preachin
And I can't let them bullets see me before I see him
And I don't need no fake love, you could keep it
If you ever heard some pain, it's the remix
How he turn his bro to fashion, I don't know
Then he post another status R I P To Bro
Now he in church, beggin' God to save his soul
Fake shit is contagious
You could die at any moment, so I'm armed and dangerous
Niggas got no rational, they movin' like they brainless
Homie gave the green light, caught him at the red light
Change light nigga still was sleepin' at the same light
And I care so to my brothers, guard your welfare
And if they ever want warfare
One call, I'll be right there, nigga, right there
I know some niggas with no sympathy for dead niggas
Bro slurrin' all his words, baby bottle full of red
He sippin' on that lean, now he leanin
Drugs boost his ego, now that nigga think that he a demon
Sent some shots at, homie, for no reason
Man, this thirty like a clergy , way it's preachin
And I can't let them bullets see me before I see him
And, I don't need no fake love, you could keep it
If you ever heard some pain, this the remix
How he turn his bro to fashion, I don't know
Then he post another status R I P, To Bro
Now he in church, beggin' God to save his soul
Fake shit is contagious
You don't love me now, but you would love me if I'm famous
You don't love me now, but you would love me in the pavement
You don't love me now, but you would love me in my spaceship
Gang shit, ain't no gang shit, but you lame, niggas
Big Homie's not your homie, why you think that nigga changed, nigga
How you call him brother
Was he brother when you aimed at him

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