FAKES Lyrics

They can't keep their dick in their pants

Going wild with their shit,

With them J's in their hands, going woah (woah)

They can't keep control

Run away, they staying on patrol

Turning up the bass, the ground will shake

The night is young, and we stay awake

Look around, the real ones remained

Turn around, leave behind the fakes

Looking kinda shady, hoping that we may be,

The biggest artists of our time and

Topping all the charts, breaking every heart,

Doing our part.. yeah

Layout everything we have, everything we ever made,

Swallowing the freaking truth, everything that has been said,

With my g's, we the best in the town, rack up cash,

All them checks, with my bag oh my (yeah yeah)

Looking for the perfect melody, with the perfect set of rhymes,

As meticulous it can be,

But the struggles kicking hard, like a shepherd without sheep,

Always reap what you sow, hitting deep, never saw,

All the troubles that have came, (huh)

Jeans, with them boots, with their bags, letting loose,

Keeping tabs on that snitch, never switch, feeling rich

For the blessings that I got, all the racks spend for the watch,

All the fakes that I've fought

They can't keep their dick in their pants

Going wild with their shit,

With them J's in their hands, going woah (woah)

They can't keep control

Run away, they staying on patrol

Turning up the bass, the ground will shake

The night is young, and we stay awake

Look around, the real ones remained

Turn around, leave behind the fakes