Lyrics:
plague
Maybe we could see who you really are
In your counterfeited shell
Why do you promise things you know you won't do?
Can't you see we are waiting for
‘round me they be counterfeited
(Yeah, yeah)
Telling stories they librarians
I’m the first nigga out here from my area
I want diamonds on me, no bacteria
and I got them digits
Put the money in the bag it ain’t counterfeited
I got her drippin’ Hermes off her tittie
I can see the money comin’ through my
is never counterfeited
You know we can go
Anywhere you wanna roll
Baby Tell me what's joy for yo soul
Baby I'm wit it
Anytime you tryna get it
My love
on my own
Distant from the mold, but I welcome all the growth
Counterfeited all their souls, got my own scope
Even if I face a lot of load
Bet it on your
say she wit' it
This the real thing
Never counterfeited
This the real thing
A diamond over riches
Yeah, I say the most
I listen for a minute
Never done
the rain
Nobody wants to buy a counterfeited prairie lullaby in a colliery town
The hip flask and fumbled skein of some stage door Josephine is all he'll
when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up strengthen the things that remain ?
Counterfeited philosophies have polluted all of your thoughts
electronic desire
Baby I'm with you
And the elements of fire
Baby I'm with you
Through everything
Baby I'm with you
All the counterfeited scream tonight
the sickest in the city
Stripper shakin' ass and titties
Money I throw counterfeited
Yeah I told you I was ignant, bitch I meant it really really
I got dope
and titties
Money I throw counterfeited
Yeah I told you I was ignant, bitch I meant it really really
I got dope behind my ear
Under my New York Yankee fitted
to kiss a crucifix
Won't admit that their style is rip and counterfeited
Contradict, sell their men to bang their fit, a moving target
Thrown into
Holy God man
Well won't you lend me insight
To your counterfeited tyranny
Mouth fulls of christian view
Thou hath to be blind
Ends so plain
see if it's counterfeited
Buddha ain't up in your genes that ain't True Religion
Superstition, made in His image not yours
His grave opened up like
We were independent once I know
Nothing could affect our ebb and flow
Our counterfeited ways made good copy
We always stood out from the scenery
reaching a second wind
If you hold onto every word they say
You'll lose grip of truth, a counterfeited shame
Don't accept too much or you're bound
A world of wealth and power
Was counterfeited from his seed
Womanhood was sacrificed
Upon an altar of man's greed
We're Children of the Black Madonna
vixens
Different strippers
Plenty bitches all for me
Polygamy I disagree
Pyramids
Bruised Egyptians the secrecy
The counterfeited love you show for me
fucking counterfeited
Pour me up another cup and watch me try to cope with it
Role me up another blunt and ima try to flow with it
Ima go get it
Im a go
boat
Trying get a million what the business
They say numbers dont lie but what if they counterfeited
Or maybe they missed a digit they better not get
gave you the time
And what you do still take me down bullshit drive
No titles I was committed
I wanted you I was with it
What you gave was counterfeited
Counterfeited religions got us proud of division
Yo, and some got it twisted like a yoga stretch
They heard part of the story, but they don't know the rest
Like
Straight out them trenches most these niggas counterfeited
From the slums got it straight out the mud
Turned nothing into something had to hit up the plug
full of confidence that Choppa knock em off
Talk
Ted talkin I'm moving like kinda Swiftly
Close money we counting the Counterfeited
Lane changin
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