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fake people


Love is fake, like the people around me 

I flex a fake chain, but not as fake as everyone 

fake is spelled F, A, K, E just like fate spelled F, A, T, E 

I stay sitting by myself in brunch, also in lunch 

Aways take the bus

but I dont care one day ill be a star and drive my own car 

the way threw that is education by graduation 

money makes a man act funny 

Money is the root to all evil 

if you change on me, you fake 

faker then my fake chain 

My granny bought me chain, said it was real 

but its fake, she fake for that 

I drink cow sauce, make me a boss 

Havent lost my verginity, because i never loose 

Gotta flex OG Skaters, cuz i got no papers 

Just a kid from the hood, still living life good 

My chain look like a rental, I stay in south central 

since the day i was born i felt mental 

always sruggles in school, but i still got the tool 

I always say follow you dreams, just dont let them be dreams 

go with your heart, it plays an important part  

 

 

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<p>I don&#39;t even rap</p>

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