Stand On That Lyrics

Fake numbers, fake cash, nigga fake laughs

Fake smiles, fake ass, nigga fake lash

Real nigga tell me how I'm supposed break past

All this bullshit when ain't nobody tryna face facts

Everybody want percentage like a state tax

Ya own homie set you up for less than eight racks

They do whatever, even shit that you can't take back

For a lil clout and some attention on a fake app

Nahhh see I can't get wit that

Never worried bout these weak niggas they ain't fit to rap

Heaven sent flow niggas know that I was gifted that

It's like I'm pitchin crack, every time I knock it out the park I gotta flip the bat

You can catch me standin 10 toes on what I spit in fact

I tried to cop a snapback but I couldn't fit the cap

I guess I'm too real, put my whole soul on the track

I need a shoe deal, you niggas blue pill, I'm asking who real?

Out here talkin like they on it but the plans don't match

Lil' money wanna flaunt it but the bands don't stack

Shawty really gotta stomach but the gram on snatch

Be about that shit you talkin' tell em stand on that

Aye, stand on it, tell em stand on that uh

Stand on yea boy you better stand on it

Just keep it real baby girl you stand gotta stand on it

Stand on it yea yea u gotta stand on it

All this cappin' & actin' inside of captions I'm laughin

It's hard to capture the traction I bring to tracks when I'm snappin

It's always facts like like I'm faxing, always rap like I'm blastin' a couple straps I been fastin' so I see thru da bafoonery

More concerned wit real estate than what the jeweler can do for me

I'm so focused on myself it ain't no room for the scrutiny

They be lyin' online I'm in the booth speakin' truthfully

Like my women all natural like the root of yuca leaf

I go stupid deep, all these niggas childish I go get they ass a booster seat

All these hoes burnt out no they can't touch me this exclusive meat

All these rappers rhymes be hella sweet boy my shit gluten free

I hustle 'till I'm paid & you can google me

And usually I keep a tool on me it's just this pen I'm writing eulogies it ain't no foolin' me

Been schoolin' rappers like a tutor be I call em Junie B

This out the mud no silver spoon for me

I'm givin' truth for free while everybody out here

Out here talkin like they on it but the plans don't match

Lil' money wanna flaunt it but the bands don't stack

Shawty really gotta stomach but the gram on snatch

Be about that shit you talkin' tell em stand on that

Aye, stand on it, tell em stand on that uh

Stand on yea boy you better stand on it

Just keep it real baby girl you stand gotta stand on it

Stand on it yea yea u gotta stand on it