Fake Love

(Yea Trubeatz) (Yea yea yea) (I know y'all niggas tired of that fake love shit bro) (Niggas hate on you like) (Hate on you for what though) Yea yea Trubeatz I'm tired of fake love from these bitches I wanna make love to my stitches My body need drugs in these trenches Every night yea I'm tired of fake love from these bitches I wanna make love to my stitches My body need drugs in these trenches Every night (Yea) That party shit get old ima grown man I gotta make a living I gotta go make a stand Gotta put my hand in yo hand we can go and make some bandz Started from the bottom don't need no glass I got sand Big boss moves thats what im on too If you fuck with me then you fuck with my dawgs too If you wanna leave ain't nobody stopping you Just dont come back please when you see my new boo I told my family when I get rich, That niggas gone hate cause we gone be the shit That niggas gone be fake like they was there from the blick Fuck you nigga you block with me when they was on a blittz Now I'm.. back on my bull shit Trying to put my life together like im knitting with a knit Steady working out can't afford not to be fit Trying to make my momma proud and have my whole family rich Stumping, stumping, stumping on these haters necks While niggas was judging im the nigga up next Watching niggas thuging like thats a flex, Ain't no showing loving they rather be a ref I'm not use to winning I got used to losing That's why i'm not proven, I'm just still moving You can't hold me down, When I been at the bottom. (When I came from the bottom) I'm tired of fake love from these bitches I wanna make love to my stitches My body need drugs in these trenches Every night yea I'm tired of fake love from these bitches I wanna make love to my stitches My body need drugs in these trenches Every night (Yea yea) I got the 20-20 Vision Only when I put my glasses on It let me see the fake faces in the dawn I'm trying to see my future and be big like sean Ima kill it in the stu While i'm rapping on my phone in my room don't need no booth Gotta make the best of it cause the walls aint sound proof I ain't worried cause you niggas ain't know it sound too smooth I just get in the groove I don't need no crowd When i'm done i'm still gonna take a bow Made my momma proud, made my daddy proud All you fake niggas and bitches you not allowed In my space Nigga wanna ride with me nah we gone race You can't even hide with me I ain't got no space Whole time you was sitting praying on my fate Now you looking crazy with a fake ass fucking face. I'm tired of fake love from these bitches I wanna make love to my stitches My body need drugs in these trenches Every night (Every night) I'm tired of fake love from these bitches I wanna make love to my stitches My body need drugs in these trenches Every night yea