Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust
Till i die being fake never was a must,
Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them
It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb
You fake like money your a counterfeit
I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip
Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take
Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake
She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing
Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being
But make sure if they do see
Hell! i still look a fake to me
You're nothin' but a cheat, and a liar, and a fake,
But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape
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