Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
A fake personality i dressed
You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin
Similes about guns, as fake as a simulation
Can't play me by throwin a fake g/
Now i can draw your face up pretty
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it
I believed in a higher being.
But he don't rule a thing
Till i die being fake never was a must,
Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust
It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb
Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them
A fake nation, only out for itself
Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex
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