Fake Love (feat. Threezy)

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IE Biggie, also known as Notorious B.I.G., was a highly influential and talented American rapper and songwriter. Born Christopher Wallace, he rose to fame in the mid-1990s as one of the leading figures in the East Coast hip-hop scene. Known for his smooth flow, thought-provoking lyrics, and storytelling abilities, IE Biggie has left a lasting impact on the music industry. His debut album, "Ready to Die," is considered a classic in the genre, and his distinctive voice and style have inspired numerous artists since his untimely death in 1997. more »

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You ain't seen what I seen, or felt the pain I felt
Stressing fighting demons by my lonely, I don't need no help
Tryna stack up these commas, tryna build some wealth
It's middle fingers to the world, f*ck everybody else

Yeah, this shit crazy, I just pray that she down
Cause she know that she my baby Lord knows, all the suckas been fugazi
I'll spark a nigga up and I can put that on my baby
My brother been dozing, he been snoring off the wok

Too many love ones been gone, I'm just tryna shake it off
I can flip a couple pounds cause I ain't pushing in no clock
Man these niggas been weird, but I knew that since the start
Nigga, put your seatbelt on, nigga gonna tighten up

Niggas been weird since the jump, so I ain't fighting, bruh
Dumped a couple shots out the opps, keep slidin', bruh
I'ma keep slidin' through the east, in a foreign, bruh
You ain't seen what I seen, I felt the pain I felt

Stressing fighting demons by my lonely, I don't need no help
Tryna stack up these commas, tryna build some wealth
It's middle fingers to the world, f*ck everybody else
Yeah, this shit crazy, I just pray that she down

Cause she know that she my baby
You fuckin' with them suckas, then you duckin' with them
Run it up, bout my brothers, ain't no other niggas
Cuddy out there geeky, guess the perky hit him

He gon' do the dash, if the narcs, try to get him
Bout a bag, he gon' turn me killer, nigga
You the type to feed the bird your riches
I gotta keep it on me, I'm knee deep in them trenches

You shoulda knew better, keepin' sharks with the fish
I'm comin' hard, my whole arm in the rim
B-U-M, that bum shit be dead
Yellow glow on high sights, I prefer Beezy instead

We got Ruth Chris, cause the whole team fed
See, that's your bitch, she crammed
She gon' bust it open, take shots for the gram
Nigga, who you think I am

Nigga, welcome FOOLYLAND
Ping Bing bust a jugg, bust a bag don't fag
Man, but the bag don't fag

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