FAKE (feat. Mara)

Fake
That's what they all say
Running through the hallways
Calling out my name
Tryna ruin my fame
Fucking up my space
Fake
That's what they all say
Running through the hallways
Calling out my name
Tryna ruin my fame
Fucking up my space
Since i been making a killing
With all my thoughts and my feelings
Wish i could go back go back release all my pain
Now while they never regret
I been signing them checks
Handing over all the signs that i could say im up next
Now some would say I'm never happy
But ill have to decline
Got this sexy ass woman man i swear shes a dime
Relationships aside
Imma pull right up next you
Put my gun on your head
And ain't nobody come to visit you
I cant take you away from your pain
From your pain
Yeah
Fake
That's what they all say
Running through the hallways
Calling out my name
Tryna ruin my fame
Fucking up my space
Fake
That's what they all say
Running through the hallways
Calling out my name
Tryna ruin my fame
Fucking up my space
I ain't got no time for the sweet shit
Come catch a fade, gimme the clippers bitch
White gold, wit the diamonds golden
Another truckload comin'
Pullin up rockin Ralph Lauren hoe
Roll an ounce out the bag
Put my problems to ash
I ran it up, then smoke yo boy out the bag
I ain't DMing back bitch
All the Gaslightin fuck shit
I'mma keep on poppin shit regardless
Bet 100, I'll knuck it for a buck bitch
I'mma young punk, better duck bitch
Got yo bitch on my line, she tryna fuck bitch
Runnin the game, hittin 3's, slam dunk bitch
Runnin a pack
Smoke yo homie
Off the Molly Uh
Countin a Rackie
Goat Tecca
Dolly Dolly Uh
I might sing, dance and rap too
But understanding me is something y'all could never do
I can't take you away from your pain
From your pain
Yeah
Fake
That's what they all say
Running through the hallways
Calling out my name
Tryna ruin my fame
Fucking up my space
Fake
That's what they all say
Running through the hallways
Calling out my name
Tryna ruin my fame
Fucking up my space