FaKe

 

yao

play it

 

Death chills in my reflection,

kills through my handshake.

Entrée, parlay affection

turn her heart into a heartache.

she was just fake

 

All the bullshit we go through

is just ridiculousness

you played me like chess

left with me with no choice

i didn't want to hear your voice

i drove off in my royal royce

never wanted to rejoice

 

Been around the world twice sippin’ ice tea

Now heartbreak was the one that was the worst for me,

you were like a banshee

a female spirit that i made my fiancé

we used to watch the sunset at the bay

now you ran away felt like doomsday

you went somewhere faraway

 

 

I owned a big house

with 4 cars

you could have been my spouse

said you didn't like my bars

trapped me like a mouse

thought you were the rite star

I gave you everything

But all you did was left me in a headache

she was just fake

 

Drops there jaw in aw!

like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall

Bottle of wrong-ful, reflection of this bitches head swinging on the wall,

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

In the reflection all i see is tears

So you walk up to a mirror and seee your reflection

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

 

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

If i should die before i wake

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

just like jake who disappeared before i intake

all these niggas tring to rap like drake

stop stop stop please hit the brake

 

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

Getting rich, staying rich, bitch thats eazy

He’ll be making people rich,

Now i’m up in this bitch

I live in england where them bitches rich,

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

That bitch fresh at rich flesh

Carefree i don’t need the stress

 

Ambition is my shit and i put that on my name

And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

she was only with me cause i was famous on wall street

 

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

Carefree i don’t need the stress

your girl be with me in her short dress

in middle school good time at recess

i had something to confess

 

Death chills in my reflection,

kills through my handshake.

Entrée, parlay affection

turn her heart into a heartache.

they was just fake

was just fake

just fake

fake