Fake
Man this whole industry lame
Do anything for the fame
I know you know they don't mean what they say
Fuck it I'll do it my way
Fuck it I'm making my lane
Yeah this my beat and it bang, so fuck all your ranks
Hawking my spit at that industry taste
Claiming they indie but we not the same
I promise you we not the same
Can't do it like me, and I'm stuck in my ways
My points, my song going straight to my bank, like
You tuff, you still can't do it like me
One man show, can't sit in my seat
When you in the stu it's you and your team
If I'm in the booth it's me and my beats
Bitch
Chilling with snakes was never my scene
Just you and the stu can't give me no heat
I don't know about you, but that's phony to me
We drop then it's on to the next
I was a slave to them drugs that I kept
Kept popping them shits, but that shit not a flex now
All of the cap never felt right
If we ain't working I know I ain't slept right
Flowing I'm living my best life
Give it your best then it's on to the next life
Popping my shit, they like woah
I keep it chill, but don't beef with bro
We keep it real and we stick to that code
If they hating, they broke and that's just how they cope
Imma let the beat rock real quick
We going up, came from the ground
My only plan, retire the fam
We showing love, it come around
Soon as we pop, deleting the gram
She liking the look, loving the sound
Loving the sex, we going rounds
She fell in love, knew that was
Bound
Stacking my checks I ain't talking no sneakers
My baby know, bend that back when I need her
My favorite part when she reaching the peak
If it ain't wack, I don't charge for the feat
We on a track, better come in correct
I ain't a thug, but on beats I'm a vet
Hearing my voice and it's making her wet
Shawty got rhythm, some pep in her step
Caramel skin with some weed on her breath
Killing that pussy then saying a prayer
Love how she moan when I'm grabbing her hair
Bought her some panties you bought her a bear
Damn
Back to the subject
I own my masters, that's end of discussion
I'll mix a hit then I'll drop like it's nothing
Sober as shit when I flow, I ain't puffing
I'll catch a vibe off of sum when I'm bumping
I'll drop a album and do it for fun
You need approval just giving them one
How you make music, can't give me a beat
I'll fuck around do a feature on me
Don't know if you write it, you pay for the mix
Credits on dolo don't need me a list, but hold on
Don't get me wrong
I still be fucking with you and your songs
I ain't gon' come at your music or character
But you gon' know that there ain't a comparison
You think you stepping to me, that's embarrassing
Don't really think that you earned you the arrogance, nah
Don't really think that you earned you the arrogance
Like bitch is you serious
You thought I was done, never
Want me to work but you know I'm a rebel
Showing your colors, them ties had to sever
Universe working, depends what you tell her
League of my own, you can't get on my level
Blacker the berry, reap what you sow
Its been a minute, I'm going in slow
I'll take a break, had to center my soul
But I had a feeling they wanted some more
Lately been feeling like I am the goat
Word to my momma, I'm taking this oath
Ain't giving up 'til the day that we blow
And they ain't my fans, they my fam at the show
Nah, they ain't my fans, they my fam at the show