歌词
This ain’t no remix **** only thing remixing is this block
We them clean up **** come through **** hood and clean up shop
You ain’t poppin **** only thing here poppin is this glock
Remember tryna work and **** told me meet them at the top
Well where they at huh
Guess I passed **** yeah I passed **** huh
It’s a marathon I must’ve lapped **** yeah
Won’t see me round them less I’m getting cash with them
Forever loyal know I’ll split my last wit them
Once it leave the plate they hitting the ave with it
Just cooked another batch still in the lab with it
Just heard your man a rat you gon get tagged with him
Whoever round him get put in a bag with him
Keep it real this rap shit started to get boring
Til I found myself in the trap everyday more than recording
I can’t lie this money got me lost I don’t know what’s important
Is it checks from us touring or the cash from extortion
It’s a battle in these streets
Sold drugs to my own fam caught a habit in these streets He was battling a beast
Instead of grabbing off the streets come and just grab it off of me
It’s the route of evil I guess we both battling some beasts
I’m talking real shit this monkey on my back I can’t kick
We never stuck we move that sand quick
Take that dirty money get them bands rinsed
New blue hundreds keep my hands cleansed
Signed myself and been the man since
Numbers say I’m out of your league you must be out if your mind
First we count up the blessings then we count up the prize
Already know it’s my time I guess it’s not on your side
Must be getting your karma I see that look in your eyes
See that look in your eyes see that look in your eyes
Must be gettin your karma I see that look in your eyes
I could see the fake...
I could see the fake...
I could see the fake I could see the fake
I could see the lies and I can smell the snakes
Can’t let **** slide it’s too much on my plate
My young ones hit their targets and get tatted on they face yeah
I could see the fake
They know it’s facts I got my town put on the map
Free the homies out the jam know when they out ain’t going back
See us out here making plays they calling me the quarterback yeah .. yeah .. yeah
Got me feeling like Brady Joe Montana
More like Kaep’ in a blue bandana
They know I’m a black king but nah I ain’t taking no knees
I’m trying this rap thing but I’m used to slanging them P’s yeah
Can’t afford no mistakes I’m way too important now
Straight out the trap but **** we corporate now
You thought we was lit but **** we scorching now
Whipping that Porsche around know we the talk of the town
Know we the talk of the town cause every bitch and they man know
Coulda been blew with this rap shit but I fell in love with the bando
Ain’t been the same since my first G ima just keep it a band with you
Taught to keep money and family first sold Caine to my dad sister
Ain’t really with the sneak dissing so homie watch what you say
Ain’t gotta problem being clumsy and start to trippin like Ella Mai
Paper chasing it’s a different race real **** vision I could see the fake
It’s motivation tell them bring the fade how you let the wolves out to feed the snakes
Been through a lot of situations everyone I kept my mouth closed
Said to say I know some dead snitches family praying they who not told
Authentic since way back never changed I’m the same dude
Gangstas hanging out with rats now tell me when that shit became cool
Loud pack got me super high I’m bout to blow another bag with Jesus
Catch a body then we get it tatted now everybody with me inked up
Every dollar that I got is dirty think it’s time to start cleaning up
Me and Hundoz back trapping this exactly what they needed huh
I could see the fake I could see the fake
I could see the lies and I can smell the snakes
Can’t let **** slide it’s too much on my plate
My young ones hit their targets and get tatted on they face yeah
I could see the fake
Written by: Michael Howard
