That fake shit
My niggas gonna start raiding
My niggas running outta patience
My niggas gonna start spraying
My Nigass ain't even playing
Don't make them start he'll raising
For real that fake shit
Blood deals fake shit
I'm really running outta patience
I'm really about to start baking
I'm really about to start flaming
I'm gonna start cocaineing
Ayy ayy
U so fake
With fake shit
I'm really running outta patience
Make u become a hospital patient
I'm at tha finished
Y'all still racing
( Hook). *Future Voice*
Miss me wit dat fake shit.
No homo dat gay shit.
My niggas we spray shit.
We aint even playing.
Fake hoe u a lame bitch.
Broke nigga no comas bitch.
My niggas we spray shit.
Miss me wit dat fake shit.
Dat fake shit.
bwelch70:
I'm running outta patients now I'm bored with this shit.
Gave you a chance for some Redemption, but you failed to repent.
Keep sneak dissing me with nursery rhymes and them weak ass lines.
Step yo game up lil bitch this crown? You'll never take mine.
See I'm a good judge of character I see through the fakes.
No wonder why you do not act your age, childhood memory aches.
Your disappointments Follow you all your days.
Your daddy left, your momma did the best, but still you astrayed.
You shoulda stayed in the suburbs talking bout you so hood.
Tryna fit in with the niggas from the west, but no good.
But just be understood by family this yo fakest persona.
Where all my home fries at? U must have froze in time Futurama.
So save that Thug Life Drama for Makaveli in Cuba and yo momma here im writing a letter to her now beginning it with "Dear."
Somebody splash this wanksta wit 9 bullets so he'll wake up.
Jamaican me sick to my stomach rasta queen , snitched to cake up.
( Hook). *Future Voice*
Miss me wit dat fake shit.
No homo dat gay shit.
My niggas we spray shit.
We aint even playing.
Fake hoe u a lame bitch.
Broke nigga no comas bitch.
My niggas we spray shit.
Miss me wit dat fake shit.
Dat fake shit.
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Member since June 25 2015