Intro by Jay Pill Lyrics
[Verse]
Why they want me to fake it criminal haters, police out looking for me but I'm just out chasing paper
Baby tears, yeah these niggas just faking
Pretending that I like my job, but man my body was aching
Disrespect me on the block, then you leaving home naked
My dude rico with the charge, but in that pin he protected
Niggas change all the time like the leaves on the trees
The Glock twenty under my arm before I put on degrees
A bunch of filters on they pictures they living a real lie
A bunch of holes when they get hit up
Body shaking like A.i
I was born the tenth of April my soul could never lie
But the truth they can't take it
Taurus babies they May cry
I hit em with a reply, like why fake it just try
But they, fake it for the money never was hungry
I remember not eating five days straight it was ugly
They smell the fakeness in the room, but some niggas don't keep it funky
A bunch of flunkies in New Orleans
Yeah niggas grew up wealthy
They wanna beef on the block, but when its time to ride they not ready
Eight miles until they there, but his palms already sweaty
Knees weak, the gun is heavy
To many niggas is scary
And they be out carrying guns
Quick to shoot
Trigger happy
Body count same as the nuns, its the same as they funds
My dick just jump man, and it laid on her tongue
I been doing this rap shit but at first it was just for fun
Why they want me to fake it criminal haters, police out looking for me but I'm just out chasing paper
Baby tears, yeah these niggas just faking
Pretending that I like my job, but man my body was aching
Disrespect me on the block, then you leaving home naked
My dude rico with the charge, but in that pin he protected
Niggas change all the time like the leaves on the trees
The Glock twenty under my arm before I put on degrees
A bunch of filters on they pictures they living a real lie
A bunch of holes when they get hit up
Body shaking like A.i
I was born the tenth of April my soul could never lie
But the truth they can't take it
Taurus babies they May cry
I hit em with a reply, like why fake it just try
But they, fake it for the money never was hungry
I remember not eating five days straight it was ugly
They smell the fakeness in the room, but some niggas don't keep it funky
A bunch of flunkies in New Orleans
Yeah niggas grew up wealthy
They wanna beef on the block, but when its time to ride they not ready
Eight miles until they there, but his palms already sweaty
Knees weak, the gun is heavy
To many niggas is scary
And they be out carrying guns
Quick to shoot
Trigger happy
Body count same as the nuns, its the same as they funds
My dick just jump man, and it laid on her tongue
I been doing this rap shit but at first it was just for fun