Fake Love ft. Threezy Lyrics

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, fuck 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, fuck 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