"Fake Fake Fake" lyrics

"Fake Fake Fake"

Ah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Tell you what you wanna hear
Ah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Tell you what you wanna hear
(And that's on the streets)
Yeah, yo

When you went to hell my nigga, I would've gone with you
I had a bond with you, I would've James Bond for you
My mum mothered you, I kinda miss the other you
But you leavin' my life was a W
You know I still got your back if niggas trouble you
And if you needed to lie, I would've covered you
Jump off the bridge? Then fuck it, I'ma jump with you
'Cah that's what bruddas do, everyone, but you
Shit, everybody changed the moment I got limelight
I can't take the fame, I gotta go get my mind right
I'm locked for the day, I only come out at midnight
Vampire life it got me feelin' like Twilight
I got so much pain that I don't wanna say G
'Cause when I let it out, they go say that I'm crazy
You niggas let me down when I asked you to save me
I can't take your words but your actions are lazy
I tried to give back to this hatin' community
The hood fell apart now there's no more unity
The love died down now there's no more you and me
That gyal speak French and she speak it fluently
She said, "Je t'aime" and I feel it spiritually
Now she hates me, she told the world that she's through with me
Feds on my back, not again, are you kiddin' me?
I put my hands up just to stop them from killin' me
All these death threats, but ain't nobody drillin' B (It's all a lie)
I saw them boys and they blew like Digga D (All a lie)
I hate bein' sober, I really need drink in me
I took twenty shots and still nuttin ain't hitting me
I think I'm goin' crazy, I'm talkin' to Hennessy
It's Mo in the house and I'm feelin' like Ali G
I can't chill with fakes like they give me an allergy
We can't succeed off this negative energy, no

Me and them boy there could never get along
We gotta have faith, man, we gotta stay strong
They got rich to act bad, they got the whole thing wrong
You tryna end up like Jay Z or end like King Von?
I'm gettin' so pissed off, man, I hate this shit
The niggas wannaclaim their block, but not claim their kid
Don't ask if I've ever rid
That's like askin' Kim and Kanye if they kissed
You know they did
Ayy, 'member that time when I done it for Killy
That was my dawg, we was Chunks and Filly
They ask where you are, I say, "He's cool, he's busy"
But deep down, they don't know I wanna slap you silly
I tried to give handouts and took bare L's
'Cause they don't wanna get money, they want bare girls
That gyal chong so I had to tell her, "Farewell"
'Cah her pum-pum kinda had a weird smell
Yo, leave me alone, don't shout me
'Cause everyone that left my life's better off without me
I saw them captions that you wrote, was it about me?
The stress could've turned me to alchy
Ayo, man, gotta remove myself from this fake shit, fake rappers
Fake niggas with fake chicks (It's all), fake boobs, fake ass and fake lips (It's all)
Fake drillers with fake ice and fake drip (It's all a lie)
Fake, fake, fake, how you claim we're bruddas? (It's all a lie)
And how she claimin' we're lovers? (It's all a lie)
But you're outside with others (It's all a lie)
Fuckin' fake (It's all a lie, it's all a lie)
Tired of these fake intentions (All a lie, it's all a lie), this fake love (All a lie, it's all a lie, all a lie, it's all a lie)

Ah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Ah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah


Writer(s): Samuel Daley Montell, Emmanuel Osei Asamoah, Karan Behl, Anthony Bunbury, James Paul Ofoe McCarthy
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