Fabricated

Tryna get it, Tre Davis procrastinating

I stay around killers, I stay around robbers, they keepin' me motivated

My brother was dropping me off with my blick, he knew I'm intoxicated

I'm gonna get Ditti his bond at 90, I don't want him incarcerated

I told him "I ain't make it just because I'm hot, I gotta get nominated"

I gotta go turn up and get me a check and I can't keep my momma waiting

I put my perc in my lean, but I wasn't sharing lean

2100 on jeans, but I was sharing jeans

Feds come, hide in closet

Car stop, stash the molly

They talk bad about me

They say I'm illuminati

They say I don't talk to the jails

He ain't buy no guns through Zelle

He ain't send no pounds through mail

He don't be on the block for real

Fuck him, he gon die for real

Lowkey, he a clown, for real

He don't do it for his guys, for real

He stay out of town for real

What he do in his raps, he lying

He doing shows, no time to kill

I love them deep, they turned they back on me, them signs for real

Think what you want, ain't trying to clear them rumors up

Think what you want, I know they do not fuck with us

I made "This Ain't What You Want", I brought the block

He had the chance to tell on niggas, he gave 'em up

They don't fuck with you for real (I know)

They don't love you for real (I know)

They don't appreciate your skill (I know)

They don't care if you die a little

Know your vibes be fake and crazy, that's why me I keep it the realest

Niggas did something to you, you ain't did shit back, you supposed to be one of them killers

You be the one who be sleep on the block, in the car with the plug, but you a grill him

I give him money to handle they business, they spinning the block back to back like a Triller

'Posed to be gang, they said I changed, they making me mad, I'ma tell them I did it

I'm talking the worst way, I helped niggas out on their birthday

We shouldn't have been cool in the first place

I was supporting your court date

Sneak up on opps, make them urinate

Sleep in the trap till our shirt stank

Think what you want, ain't trying to clear them rumors up

Think what you want, I know they do not fuck with us

I made "This Ain't What You Want", I brought the block

He had the chance to tell on niggas, he gave 'em up

They don't fuck with you, for real (I know)

They don't love you for real (I know)

They don't appreciate your skill (I know)

They don't care if you die a little