Fake Fans

Listen, listen, listen

Everybody tryna get up on our shit

Talking 'bout they're elevated, they don't know the half of it

Tryna get up in our posse, we got rules like fucking Nazis

Gotta pop a acid-hit and let it drip like A$AP Rocky, hold up

Catch me in SOHO with my team we're riding 'dolo

Hugging all my fans givings ends up to the hobos

Walk around the store can't tell I'm high, you smell the dro though

If you don't fuck with the gang man you ain't gettin' any photos

Let me stop it, all joints be rockets

Shit ain't nothing roll another, got a half O in my pocket

I sweat the topic, they call me a prophet

Making music, fucking third eye and the close their other sockets

Spit this conscious shit and all these other rappers fronting

'Bout to fuck the whole game up while I'm toking, it ain't nothing

Be that indigo, you know, reppin' for that golden soul

Gotta get in where you fit in, you ain't with it gotta go

Can't fuck with niggas man, can't fuck with niggas man

They said they bout it, they ain't bout it, they ain't with the plan

Can't fuck with niggas man, can't fuck with niggas man

I keep a fucking closed circle, you ain't with the gang

Back on the map, now your chick all over my aura

She see the king seeking the ring but never get nothing for her

Brought up where futures ain't promised, look at my life be astonished

Dishin' out positive rays, receiving back the same thing

A living lord of my land, you niggas novice, I know this

Couldn't write a bar that I know, the UA the hardest you know this

Uh, killa in the game, I ain't even gonna lie

Never thought I'd be in it, told 'em it's gonna take time

But of course they repent it, cause I cross through the limits

Know the torch, spit the venom, now we large and we living - Uh

Guided by the light, shine the dark away

Oh, you never earn a penny, live the harder way

Your heart's intention be what your cards display

So spread love that's the godly way, got more drugs than a pharmacy

Uh, that's your main squeeze in the lingerie

She on her knee's like she trying to pray

Embracing the D in all kinda ways

So spirit-free is what I'm tryna say, mothafucka

Shit, I ain't gonna lie

Went to school until I grew up, thought the limit was the sky

Now I'm winning with the moon and killing liquid based lies

Spreading knowledge like a tutor, doofus, screw waiting in line

Let the Sour D fill my lungs

Gold fangs hangin' over my gums

We Flatbush bruh, can't stop us, just watch this

And let the legends grow and become, uh

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