False Idols Lyrics

Your favorite rapper lied to you

Rappers giving turkey on Thanksgiving

Get up in the booth then they talk about birds

Tried to tell these niggas it's the same difference

If you get up in the booth and you talk about worth

Hundred round clip says otherwise

Fuck the other guys

We don't talk about the other side

Where them mother's cried

Retaliated so another died

You hear them sirens every night, turn to lullabies

Big thangs for a nigga

Get a couple racks, big chains for a nigga

See them in the videos talking bout wealth

But in the hood ain't shit change for a nigga

It's the shit that we living through

It's some shit you ain't privy too

It ain't pretty boo

I pray to God that he get me through

But if not, at least I knew it's possible to win

Cause you sent me proof

Yeah

Let's get it

Just Know That Everybody Can't Ball Out With Ya

And Notice Ain't Nobody Came All Out For Ya

Funny How They Still Gon Make It Too Soon

Wonder If They Still Gon Make It Too

I Should've Brought A Strap, Bang All Yall Niggas

I Should Come Back, Bring All My Niggas

Funny How They Still Gon Make It Too Soon

I Wonder If They Still Gon Make It Too

La familia

If real recognize real

Tell me why the real

Say they not familiar

All these niggas saying they the truth

But the truth is they not fulfilling ya

Your favorite rapper lied to ya

Tell em we arrived and ya got to deal with us

And we don't gotta talk about it, look

The stakes is high, the rent is high

The people high, I swear they wanna keep us that

You know shit real

When they ready to throw in the towel

And they ain't never seen a rack

We all had to struggle

Why you always say you had to hustle

And why you always show us how to floss

But won't show us doors

Can't you tell us how to come through

How many go to jail

That's if they lucky, shit

How many go to hell

When they take the same path

Do they numbers in the trap

Just how many go to Yale?

But all these niggas kings tho

They don't got a place to sit, man

All these rappers gods too? Damn

Made a nigga atheist

We only free enough to keep us stuck

I see wassup, to each his own

But we can't own, so we get fucked

And we don't moan or we just sus

Who could bare to keep this up

You do your dirt but clean it up

Or you prefer to lose your worth

Or you get murked and Lucifer

Is who you serve or it's me

And you get work

Goddamn

Know That Everybody Can't Ball Out With Ya

And Notice Ain't Nobody Came All Out For Ya

Funny How They Still Gon Make It Too Soon

Wonder If They Still Gon Make It Too

I Should've Brought A Strap, Bang All Yall Niggas

I Should Come Back, Bring All My Niggas

Funny How They Still Gon Make It Too Soon

I Wonder If They Still Gon Make It Too

Your favorite rapper lied to you

Your favorite rapper lied to you

Your favorite rapper lied to you

Hi-Fi my nigga

Jersey City my nigga

We gon get it my nigga

Yeah we in this my nigga