Thefakes

Bitch I'm back fourth quarter, thirteen seconds left I just left for New York need some Nikes when I step I'm in coach on the flight and you just overslept A bitch that can't dress is a girl that won't impress Eighteen years old Seventeen opportunities Can't be fucking on bitches that are constantly new to me You do this for yourself I do this for community I'm buying real estate when you're buying your jewelry I stand tall on my money, tall on my business Tall on three hoes like they're ready for Christmas You cannot keep talking with your mental illness You say that you're with it until you're a witness Money and women thats where my life took me All these distractions you cannot confuse me She's trying to reach, she's been trying to move me A muse without pretty eyes is a goofy Aye, she never knows what she wants She lets feelings control all her thoughts I sit up straight and bring my applause They tell me don't lose yourself in these broads But I did, and I'll do it again I'll spin it I've officially lost my vision Lay down some mental health and some wisdom (some wisdom?) yes bitch some wisdom When's the last time your mouth was closed and just listened? Maybe on the flight back from Leeds England Where would you be without your commission? (What's commission?) yeah bitch that did it If you a real ass dude put your motherfucking hands up Really real bitches put your motherfucking hands up Real ass friends put your motherfucking hands up Real-ass rappers put your motherfucking hands up I hate the fakes Get rid of the fakes I can't talk to the fakes Bitch you're more than just fake Oh, you want the real? Give you something that's real? Something left that's ideal? Your fake love I can't feel I've been cruising slowly down the 101 just to see your bitch Hit the steam room then count up about a quarter inch Still all up on my Insta like I care if you post pics with him Just give me loyalty and I know that you'll still be the one to, switch Shit all that stuttering you're wrapping a cacophony Talk shit and you'll be wrapped inside a coffin G Understand these motherfuckers could never be mocking me I got rhymes like dimes and I'm selling them like DOOM did Three more hits, my bad I guess the flume's dead No soy pendejo, mas bin yo soy tremendo Mi dicen busca el mejor y me veo a le espejo I hate the fakes Get rid of the fakes I can't talk to the fakes Bitch you're more than just fake Oh, you want the real? Give you something that's real? Something left that's ideal? Your fake love I can't feel