They make you need to be fake, some men are just snakes,
I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains
We parents are low-income, and i'm white, so no scholarships,
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero
Cuz we grew up on that bro code and are so loyal its way passed what ya know.
So let's fight it,let's do it whole. flight breakage,we are comin' home.
Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone
A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car
How are we so diluted, to think that our lives are
Now we are running rap, so fuck all of you tools
And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels
So tell me why are we at war.
The shit that i spit is more
And he's the only nigga in this particular grade
So take this advice and then decide if im fake,
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