Stand On That

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