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Andre Jones Songwriter - Fake Lyrics

[Hook: Seymour Black]
I can see the fake in these niggas
(From Prison City to Mo-Town, they plotted on me the whole time)
And I can see the fake in these bitches too
(I'm fully loaded, so south side)

[Verse 1: Seymour Black]
Nigga Phillip died the realest
When they say I'm next up, what am I to do?
All I ever did was make it possible
I'm juicing lemonade out of the obstacles
Cause life ain't give me shit - but yo bitch
And this condom on
That front she try to sell ya - I can't tell ya
She been choosing on you, but I'm all she wanna do
Know some niggas try and beef, that's some shit I'd like to see
I think yo mans is cold too, he just not as cold as me
Write the raps stupid froze, but them flows is third degree
Yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Seymour Black]
Nigga Phillip died the realest
I dropped out, came the fuck back
Like I gotta do what I gotta do
Cause my momma sold, and my daddy too
When twelve came, I was two
Daddy gone, momma used
We in the streets, staying off the news
She withdrew and I'm missing school
So why the fuck would I cut em slack?
When these boys play in they momma shoes
Can't relate, I'm just stating facts
10th grade, need my heart back
Give my life to take time back
Might take ya life to get mine back
They love to do it - don't make em do it
Don't pay me homage, just pay me sooner
Niggas stealing my old flows - but that's god work
You can't make improvements
My eyes work and my haters losing
Got work if it came to it
But that's hot work and I can't do it
[Bridge: DREDAPRINCE]
Fuck these fake niggas...

[Verse 3: DREDAPRINCE]
I can feel the real, i can see the fake
I don't need a deal, I just need my faith
See it in ya face, you ain't really real
You be really fake, see that you a snake
And my bitch need a new purse
So you looking like some new work
I get a feeling off a blue cert
When i'm spitting all the truth hurt
You don't exist, you an after-birth
These niggas faker than a baptist church
My city looking like it's After-Earth
I'm getting eerie, nigga, pass the herb
Keep me calm, no flexing but a nigga dropping bombs
I'm sitting in the dark because I'm on, shine
Niggas always wanna be on, grind
Niggas want respect and the muscle, hustle
Niggas want pussy not the money, cuddle
Thats why ya ass sitting in the gutter, mothafucka
One time for my mother, she made a god
I'm going hard
Fuck these fake niggas...
[Hook]

[Outro]
I can see the fake in these niggas
And I can see the fake in these bitches, too