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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