Authentic (feat. Striker)
Young George
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Yo Young George 'Sup Strike? So, uh, you know, I was talking to this lady the other day, right And uh, I guess she heard word 'round town how we get down So she says to me, "Should I believe in the hype?" I'm like, "Baby, hype is something that's not real. Me and my guys, we're all real." Yeah right, so Imma need you to explain to them just how we're living on this one Kill 'em all, let the paramedics sort 'em out Alright, word When you're as high as I be You never be in a rush Go ahead and take your time girl The party gon' wait on us They're waiting to pop the bottles They're waiting to spark the dutch See I'm the star of this movie Without me, there ain't much And I ain't really got the time no more, I swear Man, I don't even know why I agreed to show up here, damn Bunch of fake love and people who want something So I'mma take the drugs, ignore all the talk Nothing could ever really phase me I'm crazy, Young Slim Shady Deranged, don't try to play me You'll end up under the pavement Yo, I skipped the basics It's intricate, there's layers Delusions and fabrications On pace to escape the matrix I been elevated, fucking faded, we made it All these rappers are actors All their accolades are staged, shit Like the Tin Man they're brainless Wasting space like data that ain't been accessed in ages Stay away from me with that fake shit She love authentic, she love my fly She keep on saying I'm just her type She love expensive, champagne on ice Girl if you're staying we could go all night Never gave a f*ck about a lame Is this a game? Ralph McFadden is my name Stop playing Just spent ten G's on a fucking chain Am I insane? Nah n**** we just in a different lane Some things I shouldn't have to explain Went Super Saiyan now I'm in the Air Force Hall of Fame I feel like Carl Gallagher, it's a shame Heart cold as ice, but you know I keep that flame Ring ring, you on the mic with Strike Get Ciroc with Sprite and go and catch a fight I'm like alright Shoutout to Caracappa, my dude is really nice I relate to catching bodies, but y'all ain't about that life See most of y'all are phony My new chick just my homie I'd rather be alone, but trust me I'm not lonely Said I was all real like Boobie and I meant it Like that jersey on my back, hundred p authentic She love authentic, she love my fly She keep on saying I'm just her type She love expensive, champagne on ice Girl if you're staying we could go all night When you shoot, you're scorned When we shoot, we scoring I'm glad she stayed with you I was tired of her snoring When compared to us Guaranteed they boring Me and Striker two kings man Rest in peace to Martin Glad he had a dream And his team was so important Five hundred for the top and bottom set Ralph Lauren Two Mike Jordans In the booth recording Much flyer than the rest Authentically soaring
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Written by: George Buccheri, Ralph McFadden
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