Fake Love

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Hitman Zayo

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I make too much money 
I can't make love 
Baby I ain't tryna give u fake love 
That boyfriend shit I ain't got it in me 
Unless I got the henny 
N even then it's f*ck u once that nut bust
I been on my grind 
All my niggas bosses 
A couple of em died 
I'm still settling my losses 
I just want the bag 
I ain't wit the war shit 
 But if a nigga try me
Put his body where the morgue is

I just got a got a diamond wrist 
Look like a glacier 
U play wit me 
I got a 40 wit a laser 
I used to flip birds 
I retired from the eagles 
The game switched up 
Niggas ratting on they people's 
Niggas know my body 
I'll always be the same nigga 
The money only change these lame niggas
But don't be acting like I owe u 
Nigga I. D.o.n.t know u nigga 
U ain't know me when my dough was low 
Ain't have a pot to piss in 
I had my son I got up in my bag 
I knew I had to get it 
I know pussy niggas plotting on me 
But bitch I'm always wit it 
I ain't never been no sucka 
N I ain't duck no competition 
I'm 
I stack my money f*ck a lot of bitches 
F*ck the opposition 
I seen niggas getting shot 
Tryna spin the block 
I never sleep on no nigga 
So I keep a glock 
I learned my lesson 
Loved a hoe who was fucking a thot 
Niggas dying over bitches every nigga popped
I remember In the hood when I was really popped 
Seeing niggas ride past me in the illest cars 
When I seen that shit 
I just wanted to be on top 
So when that bag started coming 
I ain't never stop
Tick tock nigga tick tock 
Give me a hour 
I'll spin n stop a nigga clock 
I gotta feed my family 
Ain't time to flip flop 
Shit aint no game my life ain't nothing like a Xbox

I make too much money 
I can't make love 
Baby I ain't tryna give u fake love 
That boyfriend shit I ain't got it in me 
Unless I got the henny 
N even then it's f*ck u once that nut bust
I been on my grind 
All my niggas bosses 
A couple of em died 
I'm still settling my losses 
I just want the bag 
I ain't wit the war shit 
But if a nigga try me
Put his body where the morgue is

They killed my lil nigga bubba 
I watched his family suffer 
Youngin was only 15 tryna stay outta trouble 
He had a dollar and a dream 
Ain't get a chance to flourish 
But he was loyal to the same streets 
That didn't love him 
I was fucking wit his sister 
She got pregnant 
Only god and myself 
Knew how I was stressing 
Ain't have no money 
I was broke 
And in depression 
When I got that call 
Knew life was short I learned my lesson 
I gotta be there for my son 
No second guessing 
But this shit a struggle 
My baby mama bared my son 
While burying her brother 
I felt so crazy especially the day I saw they mother 
Deep down that made me wanna go outside n get the dumping 
But I sacrificed all of my pain 
So I can be there for them 
I had so many cloudy days 
I prayed one day the sun come 
Life's a bitch but that's a bitch that u can't even run from 
U do dirt the repercussions 
Be when the reaper touch ya
Is the money still worth it if u can't take it wit ya ? 
I ain't gotta kick knowledge to show the bigger picture 
I was standing on corners tryna make me a dolla 
I was chasing my dreams 
Running from all my problems 
Tryna hide from reality 
Be the worst for me 
So I down me a bottle 
Cuz that's what works for me 
N this rap shit ain't nothing what it's cut out to be
So when I write I'm jus writing to help my sanity 

I make too much money 
I can't make love 
Baby I ain't tryna give u fake love 
That boyfriend shit I ain't got it in me 
Unless I got the henny 
N even then it's f*ck u once that nut bust
I been on my grind 
All my niggas bosses 
A couple of em died 
I'm still settling my losses 
I just want the bag 
I ain't wit the war shit 
But if a nigga try me
Put his body where the morgue is

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