Fake Love

(album: Family Over Everything - 2019)

[Lil Durk:]
This shit gotta be bigger than big
Know what I'm saying, no lil' boy shit
Everything gotta be extravagant
Boy
I just taught Rich to get rich

Introduce you to designer, moved you to Atlanta
How y'all gon' trade on me?
How the fuck you gon' change up, you said, "You can't claim us"
How you gon' play with me?
How the fuck you call me fake and then don't be around?
How the fuck you say you love me, but then don't see about it
All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love
All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love
This fake love, this fake love

I held a fake grudge, I gave you fake hugs
Handshake was no love, 'fore y'all had fake stubs
They said we can't come, had thoughts to snake 'em
That nigga shake some, tell that nigga, "Take some"
And they never support us, and they never take orders
I give 'em my daughter, had lean in my organs
These niggas ain't got no morals, I'm off X in Florida
They tryna tax for quarters, like they don't know my story
Ain't talk to my cousin Corey, say I got too rich and important
I miss jail calls, of course, 'cause I'm in this bitch recording
And when they see me shining, they say the need me more
I gave you twenty, on God, just what you need it for?
I regret telling the whole world all love for 'em
I regret telling old girl I love her
I regret letting them niggas fall in my circle, whoa
I regret, kept saying yeah, even though they burned me up
Waking up to ASAP texts, he tell me, "Pour it up"
And he kept telling me, "These niggas, they don't fuck with us"
Oh yeah, he said they was hating on the low with us
If they ain't touring with you, that means it's both of us
Yeah

Introduce you to designer, moved you to Atlanta
How y'all gon' trade on me?
How the fuck you gon' change up, you said, "You can't claim us"
How you gon' play with me?
How the fuck you call me fake and then don't be around?
How the fuck you say you love me, but then don't see about it
All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love
All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love
This fake love, this fake love

[Lil Tjay:]
And I ain't playing 'round, swear I lay 'em down
Bro, don't say a sound
Free the guys, ain't got the gang around, locked up in the pound
I got niggas in the cell, said indictment, ain't no bail
Forty-eight, I'm never telling
Come home, we raising Hell
And I cut loss for all my guys, sending kites, I hear their cries
Snitching, telling lies, it won't be long until he die
I done seen a homicide, guess that's why I'm traumatized
But I got Smelly by my side, we screaming Easy when we drop
Niggas talk but never slide, imagine how I feel inside
But bro, I never took the stand, I had to see his momma cry
But now I'm hurt, see me shooting first, someone getting murdered
But now I'm hurt, see me shooting first, someone getting murdered

[Lil Durk:]
Introduce you to designer, moved you to Atlanta
How y'all gon' trade on me?
How the fuck you gon' change up, you said, "You can't claim us"
How you gon' play with me?
How the fuck you call me fake and then don't be around?
How the fuck you say you love me, but then don't see about it
All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love
All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love
This fake love, this fake love