F-A-K-E

You know what they be talking about? What? They be talking about everything About what? Every last detail About what? And you don't even know its about you bro New mindset new goals new ambitions New ways to shit-talk your past best friends Big lips can't stop speaking, new opportunities on the way, to start reaping Bitch please I could be the next humble Weeknd Oh geez, I've stumbled upon my days leeching Blood or crips which one are you feeling? Roids or ticks which one are you feeding? I got the energy, blood rush Kennedy, shot burst hennessy, what's worse you or me? You never thought about that, are we enemies? No resentment between us, just them fallacies Configuring man-made peace treaties I ain't fan-made pesticides, get the f*ck off my D-I-C I mean B-I-C, steal the weed from H-A-N-D I ain't hate, but that fucking up my O-C-D Talking fire boy lay off the Fenty G I never speak like this whachu lying for? I'm like a mime, specialized as the man next door I took my time, and they stole it back Work toll, but it freshens the stack They say it's tacky but it holds up the racks Fine line between full and empty sacks Like Santa Claus I been stocking the socks Letter of resignation from the tension I shopped Return from the pension I brought My turn, now I'm leaving the pot I ain't nappy, but its curved me enough to switch Ak-Ademics never saved nobody, big facts Well you lying then? No that's just the knowledge I lack Well why they crying then? Cause our stories ain't stemmed Instead they been, getting buried And ain't nobody give a shit about them Talking like you know me, well lets recap Back to the times when I was lonely Ah never forget it bro I ain't never kept my word, so its given me a choice, am I as hypocritical as her? Should I talk will I burn? Am I witch, am I bitch, am I equal? Will I fly away after a flinch through a revolt Turn away towards my prequel Never had a good poker face lost it all in my sequel Quivering in the corner, shit I might relapse, I might pre-fold Keep on mining, and I look through the fools gold Who's real? I can't ever find this, I can't ever find that, I just have to admit, I stay home with the stacks I need another excuse to be a little bitch twat I need another excuse to be a little bitch running around screaming perpetual ruses He is a big rat, big snitch, big fake, big ick, has bad taste, bad pitch, about to catch a big lick Big bang, big shoes, big dick, big cooch Look at me, look at you Am I better, am I cooler? Tinfoil conspiracist, science mixed with pseudo-shit dumb brain wouldn't wanna rock-resilient brilliance F-A-K-E Who the f*ck are you? Who the f*ck am I? Who the f*ck are we? There it is delusional, introduced to alcohol Next to him is beautiful, right behind is ridicule, inside is mutual, outside is mutiny Look a little closer, under scope poser, peek between insanity Right there humanity, intense intensity Magnetic flux density We will never touch bitch Presents ain't enough bitch My presence wouldn't wanna rush shit Unless it senses bluffs since I'm F-A-K-E our fucking essence Who the f*ck are you? Who the f*ck are we? Who the f*ck am I? Who the f*ck is he?