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Fake Love
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Only The Family
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This shit gotta be bigger than big Know what I'm sayin', no lil' boy shit Everything gotta be extravagant Boy I just taught Rich to get rich Introduce you to designer, moved you to Atlanta How y'all gon' trade on me? How the fuck you gon' change up, you said, "You can't claim us" How you gon' play with me? How the fuck you call me fake and then don't be around? How the fuck you say you love me, but then don't see about it All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love This fake love, this fake love I held a fake grudge, I gave you fake hugs Handshake was no love, 'fore y'all had fake stubs They said we can't come, had thoughts to snake 'em That nigga shake some, tell that nigga, "Take some" And they never support us, and they never take orders I give 'em my daughter, had lean in my organs These niggas ain't got no morals, I'm off X in Florida They tryna tax for quarters, like they don't know my story Ain't talk to my cousin Corey, say I got too rich and important I miss jail calls, of course, 'cause I'm in this bitch recordin' And when they see me shinin', they say the need me more I gave you twenty, on God, just what you need it for? I regret tellin' the whole world all love for 'em I regret tellin' old girl I love her I regret lettin' them niggas fall in my circle, whoa I regret, kept sayin' yeah, even though they burned me up Wakin' up to ASAP texts, he tell me, "Pour it up" And he kept tellin' me, "These niggas, they don't fuck with us" Oh yeah, he said they was hatin' on the low with us If they ain't tourin' with you, that means it's both of us Yeah Introduce you to designer, moved you to Atlanta How y'all gon' trade on me? How the fuck you gon' change up, you said, "You can't claim us" How you gon' play with me? How the fuck you call me fake and then don't be around? How the fuck you say you love me, but then don't see about it All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love This fake love, this fake love And I ain't playin' 'round, swear I lay 'em down Bro, don't say a sound Free the guys, ain't got the gang around, locked up in the pound I got niggas in the cell, said indictment, ain't no bail Forty-eight, I'm never tellin' Come home, we raisin' Hell And I cut loss for all my guys, sendin' kites, I hear their cries Snitchin', tellin' lies, it won't be long until he die I done seen a homicide, guess that's why I'm traumatized But I got Smelly by my side, we screamin' Easy when we drop Niggas talk but never slide, imagine how I feel inside But bro, I never took the stand, I had to see his momma cry But now I'm hurt, see me shootin' first, someone gettin' murdered But now I'm hurt, see me shootin' first, someone gettin' murdered Introduce you to designer, moved you to Atlanta How y'all gon' trade on me? How the fuck you gon' change up, you said, "You can't claim us" How you gon' play with me? How the fuck you call me fake and then don't be around? How the fuck you say you love me, but then don't see about it All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love This fake love, this fake love
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