An ipod mind to you walkman guys
Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies
When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute
Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake ass shit
And fuck your senators' fake ass sympathies
Got tired of running from the police
Everybody watching while you touching real money
It's like your trapped inside, addicted to a fake reality,
Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit
Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake shit
I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse
Your probably one of his fake accounts
I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep
Kirk starfleet, your a fucking klingon with a fake dick on meet defeat
Your a fake n a fraud make me wanna kick you str8 in the balls
Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche
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