Lyrics:
My skin is my cape, huh
My black is my bitch, huh
Natural face, huh
That's how I wake up
No love for the fake ones
You get what you give, huh
Richie rich fly
I reply to them bitches
Like bitch I been fly
I didn't have no advantage
I had to get mine
Forty on my waist just like a big guy
mah
That's a big mistake
Saluta the dawgz izandla phezul'
Fuck all the niggas dat fake!
Niggas is lame
Givin no fucks I'm killin da game
Hayi, fuck all
the start, nigga
Shit about me I'd a been straight, nigga
I'd a been kicked back, nigga
I'm sittin' here with all these M's
All this mothafuckin' fake ass
Then you'll bump heads wit me
I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see
That it ain't cool to fuck wit me
G-Unit, I roll wit gorillas
Fuck a big body guard
Fake money, fake cash, fake hoes, fake friends
Fake bros, fake cars, fake foes, fake bands
Got money on my eyes, I got Ray-Ban, fake ass catfish,
the cops it's like a big game
The way this youngin popping you would think he got a big aim
But everybody fake, I would never have a big team
Everybody
It's a motherfuckin’ vibe right here, boy
Dead for real mm, yup, yup
Ha ha, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh ayy, ayy
Wow!
Tell 'em we rich now
Tell him
got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker
Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer
The phat hummer
The phat drummer - what's your choice?
to fade
Dead wrong pageantry, lottery and games
Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake
The carnival tilt bell the hustle for the age
They
I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
I've been asked to have a meal
By a big tycoon in steel
If the meal includes a deal, accept I may
But
on a hoe cause you think she's fine
Holding hands at the movies, waiting much to fuck
Played like a sucker, you should know what's up
Getting dogged by
papers
Small level Big level
More money turned up
the lamb back me and my mom rose
Street love made me Gunned up
Hood rich big cars home's cool
Homie's are
to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game
Infamy got dumped for fame
Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme;
but my lyrics are
bitch, but I came from the gutter
Said I'd be lit by the end of the summer (like)
And I'm proud that I'm still gettin' bigger (damn)
Goin' viral is
as I say, not as I do
Oh, thank God that I'm not
Playing by your fake rules
I'd be a goddamn fool
If I was just like
If I was just like
If I was just
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
desires
Crucified cause I'm rich, in the coupe, take a pic
On the phone at the light, Kelly Rowland's a friend (yeah)
Catfish in the Benz, Manti Teo's
Yo, I'd like to dedicate this to my mom
Sabrina Jackson god bless her soul
We gon' get it on in
Here nothing but real shit
Yo, shorty ain't a shorty
say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep
somehow we still ain't see the high
I paid the fine and I'd do it again
Half a million dollars on me, I feel it in my chromosomes
I don't talk to that
it at your dome
Momma crying cause her baby never came home
I'mma get rich, I'mma never go broke, uh
I'mma never go broke, pulled a bad hoe cause you
have been Chip
You've been saying my name for a whole damn year
By this time, you could have been rich
Are you taking the piss? Brother, I'm blessed
knew?
Who knew?
Who knew?
Turned seven to a fourteen
Fourteen to a whole thing
Lord knows it's a cold game
Switched up on you hoes, man
Big body
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