fakin shit ft. Yass & NEVAHH LOW Lyrics

(ITEE)

This beat stank

hmm

yass prolly did it

man with the plan

look at us

we fucking in it

rapping

for love

rapping for

those

that never could

rapping for

niggas saying

they should

but never do it

now listen stupid

this international

they screaming

de puta madre

after

they hearing the sound

we say we always

we going up

even when they

tearing us down

big head big head

effects of

wearing a crown

look

they don’t know

so they move

like they don’t

know

educate em

take a second

move slow

never reckless

put

Put the cards down

stop playing games

try to be present

focusing on the pain

but still counting

your blessing

cuz

one min life short

another minute

I’m bored

the heart of man

be wicked

can only trust in the lord

this fire

we be spitting

they feeling

it got em

moving

and

feigning

after the listen

we hearing

(HATER)

Si buscas la manera o el plan, la madera en el clan

de guaperas que se ganan el pan

a base de joder al que es fan de la escuela verdadera en la que ellos no están, pertenecen o van

detrás de la barrera soy Khan, de la esfera Zidane,

me la pelan esos fieras y lo que se creen

hay movida fuera pero aquí también

más suelto que un par de tetas sin sostén

en el micro ten fe, no en los reyes ni los dioses o los jefes

los polis o los jueces, al político que votas no obedece

que le jodan, solo roba y se abastece, críticas merece

más bien linchamiento en grupo

la flor de loto, el dolor del luto

planta un árbol y tendrás sus frutos

hacerlo con maña y sonar bruto, por honor, aquí el mejor gana sin trucos

(AQ)

Somebody tell this nigga Yass

This rappin shit ain’t a hobby

I walk in the lobby

Promise can’t nobody

Could stop me

Just look at my body

Niggas walk around and they hating

But I already keep a Hater

Right here right beside me

We just tryna chase the green

Like we was tasting wasabi

So we taking flights from

Tokyo to Abu Dhabi

To the Island of the Yass

Ferrari whippin a copy a carbon

Of niggas feeling the highway in they body

Lemme spit this right to ya

Don’t wanna fuck around before I pull out

The Ruger and put it right to ya and

Split ya medulla

I hit ya maneuver

Hit em in his bean

Your welcome removed

The tumor

Just add a little cream to life

Like when I finish in her

Favorite position and

Make her visit me twice

A’Q de r.e.b.e.L. care less

How you feel

I want the green

They wonder why

Cuz C.R.E.A.M.