Fake Yo Love (feat. KingK) [Live]

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Deep up in my blood, I feel pain, shit ain't the same no more
Some niggas in the streets, we beef, they gon' go all out for us
Cold days, facing life every night, he callin' on the Lord
Tryna trust a bitch, but she gon' switch whenever she get bored
Hide it from the cameras, that way they won't catch us
Thinking war up in my head, now i mix dog water with fanta
told lil Bro, watch that back door, you'll get snaked, you don't know no better
Doing jail time time, waitin' on letters, getting sick, I just been fed up
You'll never know who gon' ride, till you ridin' with him outside
Glock hit him in his dome like, he'll never make it home tonight
Play him close if he snake twice, heard you fake through the grapevine
I can't even cross state lines, on probation, I still tote
Ain't no reason he'd kill for, rollin' down with a little dope
No drive-bys, theyll get you to smoke, nigga like you on his back ends
But I'm backin' in, tryna get him gone, how the f*ck you gon' do me wrong
I don't even care, I been grown, ridin' around in a foreign car cold
But it ain't snowin', don't ask me how I'm doin
They ask me why I talk about the streets, it's my influence
Don't wanna hear your song if it ain't paint up in your music
Don't got a question, bro, he just bounce out and get to shooting
Never trust, but I'm gon' ride behind all my bros, and God knows
Put pain in all my songs, they say they feel me, I say, ride on
Touchdown at reception, put your kicks on, get a fight mode
Down bad, he can't buy the shoes he want, they just get tried on
Deep up in my blood, I feel pain, shit ain't the same no more
Some niggas in the streets, we beef, they gon' go all out for us
cold days , facing life every night, he callin' on the Lord
Tryna trust a bitch, but she gon' switch whenever she get bored
Hide it from the cameras, that way they won't catch us
Thinking war up in my head, now I mix dog water with Fanta
Tell my lil' bro, watch that back door, you'll get snaked, you don't know no better
Doin' jail time, waitin' on letters, gettin' sick, I just been fed up
They say love will get you hurt, and trust will get you killed
Riding around with that pipe to take a life, you prayin' on your steel
Poppin' out late at night, no, it ain't right, let Jesus take the wheel
Riding round through that side, hope one in sight and pray you get the kill
Everybody wanna win, but they can't take a loss
Better watch observe, wait, that's how you make a boss
Every since them tables turn, the haters egg him on
They gon' probably turn this off when my part come on
Lesson learned, hit him where it hurt and watch them lessons burn
My dog was like my dog, but he turned snake it made him miss his time
My brother feel some way, but I still love him, we know it ain't work
I start to lose my mind and please the world, but I know I ain't perfect
My mama call my phone like, boy, what's wrong? I told her, Mom, it's nothing
She know her baby thuggin', she had dreams, a n***a put me under
I was outside thuggin', havin' dreams, but thinkin' it was nothin
They ain't throw no deals, he goin' to trial, they tryna put him under
When you look at my blood, I feel pain, shit ain't the same no more
Some n****s in the streets, we beef, they gon' go all out for us
Cold days, facin' life every night, he callin' on the Lord
Tryna trust a bitch, but she gon' switch whenever she get bored
Hide it from the cameras, that way they won't catch her
thinking war up in my head, now I mix dog water with Fanta
Told my lil' bro, watch that back door, you'll get snake, you don't know no better
Doing jail time, waiting on them letters i just been fed up

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