Fake

Baby I like the hip hop I like to reach top I like to sound pop All my rhymes people shop I Like the soft sex I don't like this f*ck wex Just don't try to beat me Or I will get back here I don't believe in karma But you have to take a class To understand my rhyme Always like a looping You are always doing drama Talking about gucci, prada and dolce gabbana But when you go home Well, you have to call your mama You look a little scared In your sound yeah Don't know made yourself Can't call me, and now Don't know how to rhyme Just screaming loud I can't understand Why you're so proud yeah You have to put A little Rhyme In your track Oh, you are so slack Look this Shit In your Neck It don't bright You can smack all this wall But you don't know how to talk Learn how to make a song Or forgett about it all I keep running You're so far Yeah I have cunning Like a star Yeah You keep fake Not a gangsta Yeah I Keep Late But i'm fart Yeah I keep running You're so far Yeah I have cunning Like a star Yeah You keep fake Not a gangsta Yeah I Keep Late But i'm fart Yeah I Keep Late But i'm fart Yeah You keep fake Not a gangsta Yeah Don't think you're a rockstar yeah You keep fading But i'm fart Yeah Shawty got that booty got that coochie got that gold All that's missing is a soul, will she find out we don't know A goddess but not forever one day everyone get old But that's a long ways to go and I'd like to say hello 'Cause she a vibe, shawty driven she don't drive, She ain't a star she all five Got every simp out here trippin, trippin up all over each other to try To make her notice they alive She ain't a revolving door, ain't no one telling her bye She ain't a revolver no She ain't a six, she a nine Out of your mind, thinking I'm finna think about your ass all the time Second-guessing every single decision I made wonderin if it's something you'd like, right Then when you're bored you just tell me it's over, got me all moping and crying All over the house while you're out with a guy From the line of likes of your selfie from last saturday night You don't want that, neither do I, I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys Too much pride, between you and I, not a jealous man but you're too fine Better bet that this verse is true, it's true like every verse I write If we hook up and I just wanna f*ck well now you know why But we can still have fun though I keep running You're so far Yeah I have cunning Like a star Yeah You keep fake Not a gangsta Yeah I Keep Late But i'm fart Yeah I keep running You're so far Yeah I have cunning Like a star Yeah You keep fake Not a gangsta Yeah I Keep Late But i'm fart Yeah I Keep Late But i'm fart Yeah You keep fake Not a gangsta Yeah Don't think you're a rockstar yeah You keep fading But i'm fart Yeah