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Fake Love

 

Fake Love

(album: Trust Issues - 2018)


In this life a nigga live, I keep my weapon tight
Having dreams of me dead, I can't sleep at night
Lot of problems adding up but that shit come with life
If a nigga ever cross me I can't take it light
We gon' wet them niggas spot, they gon' die tonight
I already got the drop, we gon' slide tonight
My baby tell me that I'm wrong, but I feel it's right
Nigga we want all the smoke, so I keep a light
Who these niggas think they is? Nigga I don't fight
My closest brother, he a shooter, he'll take yo' life
I don't wanna fuck yo' bitch but Lil' Noonie might
If you got problems wit' 1-9 and wit' me it's on sight
Catch a nigga in that whip, draw down on him
Caught him lacking wit that bitch, she went down for him
'Cause she told me who you was, where you at nigga?
We don't do no talking on that net, it just flack nigga
20 bands on my bitch, that's no cap nigga
Speaking down on my gang, get you whacked nigga
I got pills, I got drank and I tax nigga
I got Cookie, I hit Berner for that pack nigga
Feds already asking questions, so don't ask nigga
Anytime I might slide, keep a mask nigga
Don't give a fuck 'bout where we at, ain't no pass nigga
In that coupe, me and my bitch, 200 on dash nigga
Ain't no chilling in my hood, yeah it's bad nigga
I know I got these haters mad, kiss my ass nigga
Fully automatic 'K wit' the strap nigga
Ricky run, Ricky run, hit yo' back nigga
Already know yo' bitch choosing, ain't gon' ask nigga
Only rock wit' Glock sticks, fuck chrome mags nigga
You ain't my brother, you just call me for some cash nigga
Couple niggas turned snakes, turned rats, but it's good though
Nigga I'm still posted in that hood though
Niggas act like I won't post up at yo' hoods though
Time pass, act like it ain't happen, it ain't good though
Hit a nigga up and then I go all his clique though
Try something, I still wish a nigga would
Forever thugging, I stay posted in that hood
Niggas talking like we took, like we gone or something
Like we won't pop up and put 50 to yo' dome or something
Like we don't know where you lay your head, where yo' home or something
Then everybody talking to me, like I'm wrong or something
Like I ain't really 'bout that beef, like it ain't on or something
Like just 'cause I'm rich I ain't running round wit' that chrome or something
I think these niggas lost they mind but they better find it
Nigga you only live once, life you can't rewind it
We ain't gon' speak about when we coming, we gon' move in silence
Got that devil in my head, they think I be wilding
And I ain't gon' play wit' niggas
Choices already been made, so I ain't save the niggas
If you fucking wit' them suckas you gon' lay wit' niggas
It was once love but I guess money changed them niggas
But me I'm still that same nigga
Still keep my gang nigga
I will never change nigga
And you ain't in my lane nigga
Ain't gon' argue, nothing to say nigga
I'm shooting to my grave nigga

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