Fakin'

(álbum: Gravity - 2012)

[Verse 1 (Lecrae):]
I'm riding round and I'm getting' it; they riding round pretending
I been had it, I been done, I promise that it's all empty
They say they riding Bugatti's, man, put some babies through college
Quit tryna' act like the trap is cool, 'cause we tired hearing that garbage
Hey, bags of white, pints of lean, I been on dope boys since a teen
But this ain't what we meant to be, and y'all don't make no sense to me
You pump faking, ain't shooting, ain't killin, ain't doing
Half them thangs you say you doing, but 116 we stay true an'
Ain't dope dealing, ain't Po pimping, talking 'bout my own folk killing
We on that Jesus soul healing, so serious, gorillas
Wild ain't we, can't tame us, been changed, can't change us
1:16 – You can't shame us. Live that truth; you can't blame us

[Hook:]
I heard him say he bought the block
(Fakin!)
In his song he say he gansta' but he not
(Fakin!)
Say he making money, cashing big checks
(Fakin!)
While his chain leaving green on his neck
(Fakin!)
I'm not impressed

So I guess that make you, yes that make you
That make you a faker!

[Verse 2 (Thi'sl):]
He was all juiced up, thought he was Tupac
'Til 'dem boys caught him, hit him with them two shots
Now, he in the station singing like he T-Pain
The bullets made him lean, now I guess he's 2 Chains
He bought that Bentley kit and wrapped it 'round a 300
Now matter how you put it, boy, that's still a 300
Stop that faking and the flatching cut it off
Fronting like your paper longer than the Power Ball
He think he Scarface, guess he ain't seen the movie
Keep on faking 'til you face down in a Jacuzzi
With some killas in you room with some real guns
That don't make noise and ain't plastic but they real guns

[Hook]

[Verse 3 (Lecrae):]
Real recognize real; introduce ya' self
Careful with that cannon boy; you might just shoot ya' self
Somebody wake em', tell em' to stop faking
Before they end up lying in the woods buck naked
These killas fulla' them demons, while you pretending you Scarface
You ain't really no ghetto boy, why you faking that hard face?
That just made him furious; somebody call Fishburne
Tell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn
And hell burns hotter, I turn to the Father
I praying, “Lord forgive em' 'cause they lying like Mufasa
They got these eight' graders with they eyes on a choppa
I pray the Lord save 'em 'fo He drop 'em and make 'em stop it

[Hook]