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This sh*t gotta be bigger than big Know what I'm sayin', no lil' boy sh*t, 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 f**k you gon' change up, you said, "You can't claim us" How you gon' play with me? How the f**k you call me fake and then don't be around? How the f**k you say you love me, but then don't see about me? 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 n***a shake some, tell that n***a, "Take some" And they never support us, and they never take orders I give 'em my daughter, had lean in my organs These n***as ain't got no morals, I'm off X in Florida They tried to 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 b*t*h 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 I love 'em I regret tellin' old girl I love her I regret lettin' them n***as fault 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 n***as, they don't f**k 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 f**k you gon' change up, you said, "You can't claim us" How you gon' play with me? How the f**k you call me fake and then don't be around? How the f**k you say you love me, but then don't see about me? 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 have the gang around, locked up in the pound I got n***as 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 N***as talk but never slide, imagine how I feel inside But bro, I never took the stand, I had to see his mama cry But now I'm hurt, see me shootin' first, someone gettin' murdered 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 f**k you gon' change up, you said, "You can't claim us" How you gon' play with me? How the f**k you call me fake and then don't be around? How the f**k you say you love me, but then don't see about me? 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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