Love Ain't Real

A lot of talk been going on They keep on asking questions They see I'm making money now They wanna get connected When I was down nobody there That shit was disrespectful So now I'm moving with niggas Like I ain't never met you You use to dub my messages Back when I use to sweat you But nowadays I look at shawty Like she nothing special Bitches only want a nigga When he doing good Watch how many bitches Be on my dick When I'm out the hood Growing up I felt misunderstood I had a dream I felt that I could do They said I couldn't I told em that I'm tryna rap They said "you really shouldn't" Got in the stu and now they jacking I could always do it, but I ain't stupid Peep the fake love from a mile away It don't take a genius To see the envy up in they face I'm peeping how they looking at me You could feel the hate I'm peeping how they copy me That's how you know I'm great And niggas phony Ion even know why you believe That nigga did you bad You shoulda came and fucked with me That nigga losing You shoulda came to the winning team But now I'm doing better And you can't get next to me But now I'm cooking up And you can't have the recipe Only want the money Ion need nobody stressing me F*ck the fake friends Only gang can come And flex with me Ima make a mill before 19 And that's guaranteed Only 17 but got a family I'm tryna feed Lover not a fighter But that don't mean that I ain't a beast Really in the streets Way more than a stop sign But now I'm tryna get To the industry Cause it's my time And it ain't no cap in my rap My shit is all facts I'm the hottest younging out That's for the people in the back Heard a lot of niggas tryna rap But they shit wack Rap about they in the trap But they ain't really in the trap Started making beats Now everyone asking for free tracks Suck my free dick That fake shit? I ain't with none of that Niggas spend a thousand on a shirt But they don't wanna pay me That's when I knew niggas Was moving crazy That's when I knew niggas Was moving shady I gotta make it to the top But if I don't I failed I'm tryna get up out the ghetto Man this shit is real The type of shit I'm rapping bout Could get a nigga killed But ion even give a f*ck Cause ima still spill Ain't good with analytics So f*ck being a statistic I lost my brody to the streets And I really miss him And it's crazy cause he ain't dead He just another victim I looked him dead in his eyes And saw that he was finished All hits every song ion do the missing You could look into my eyes And tell I'm on a mission I'm really grinding on the daily And I'm tryna get it Ima be up soon They gon hate the way I'm living