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Fake Gangstas

 

Fake Gangstas

(album: Street Prophet - 2022)


And it's crazy 'cause I been knew these niggas was hoes
And it's crazy 'cause the whole time, you knew that he told
These niggas bold, you ain't never put in on a lo'
I was buying all them straps and you ain't slide with that pole
You passed it off in the whip, I had to slide on my own
Couple niggas got hit, so you know what I'm on
I kicked them niggas out yo' gang, now I left, you brought 'em back
That should tell you that, that nigga ain't your brother like that, and that's facts
Deep down, you know your leader been a bitch, too
And make your righthand man feel that stick, too
Tryna tap in and do to me what Noon' did to you
You busy tryna fuck, I'm tryna step on anything you do
Any wrong move you niggas make, you know they coming through
I'll never switch up on my brother like them brothers do
Just waiting for the right chance, they gon' rob you, too
You ain't even step about your mans, you won't step 'bout you
Every time I'm on the mic, I gotta spit the truth
Know they hate the fact I'm doing shit I'm 'posed to do
Why be mad to see you win when I was coaching you?
Nigga, you my son, I had to put you on my shoulders, too
That snake shit got you winning momentarily
But not really, I just heard you had to bury 'eem
Ever since I lost my niggas, ain't no care in me
We all clutching on Glocks, ain't no sharing 'eem
Why worry 'bout you when you scared of me?
All that fake gangster shit don't put fear in me
Seen it on your face, you niggas mad I got a bag
You was still on your dick and one-nine was in that Jag'
You really hate the way we coming, don't you?
You know them niggas thinking you winning don't mean nothing, don't you?
If you could take it all back, I know you would, won't you?
But you can't, so every nigga with you, we get onto
And I'm still with the same niggas I belong to
Put some niggas in the game, they forget they owe you
When they came in, started getting more they was 'posed to
Next nigga playing 'bout that money, I'ma have to smoke you
Business fucked up, don't give a fuck about you
Why you gotta pay a nigga and he used to doubt you?
Them commas really ain't shit, they looking for some clout, too
Fans walk up and they say, "That shit was weak without you"
Hiding money from a nigga, you don't even know it
Ain't never had a nigga back, but took a while to show it
Guess they feel that you a threat when you really goated
Them secrets you was tryna keep, I already know it

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