Fakin'

Composed by：Lecrae Moore/Torrance Esmond/Lincoln Morris/Kahlil Abdul Rahman/Ashthon Jones/Columbus T-Smith/Daniel Tannenbaum/Justin Scott/Pran Injeti

Produced by：Kahlil Abdul Rahman

I'm riding round and I'm getting' it

They riding round pretendin'

I been had it I been done

I promise that it's all empty

They say they ridin' bugatti's man

Put some babies through college

Quit tryna' act like the trap is cool

'Cause we tired hearin' that garbage

Hey bags of white pints of lean

I been on d**e boys since a teen

But this ain't what we meant to be

And y'all don't make no sense to me

You pump fakin' ain't shootin'

Ain't killin ain't doin'

Half them thangs you say you doin'

But 116 we stay true an'

Ain't d**e dealin' ain't po pimpin'

Talkin' 'bout my own folk killin'

We on that Jesus soul healin'

So serious gorillas

Wild ain't we can't tame us

Been changed can't change us

116-you can't shame us

Live that truth you can't blame us

I heard him say he bought the block fakin

In his song he say he gansta' but he not fakin

Say he makin' money cashin' big checks fakin

While his chain leavin' green on his neck fakin

I'm not impressed

So I guess that make you yes that make you

That make you a faker

So I guess that make you yes that make you

That make you a faker

So I guess that make you yes that make you

That make you a faker

Guess that make you yes that make you

That make you a faker

He was all juiced up thought he was 2pac

'Til 'dem boys caught him

Hit him with them two shots

Now he in the station singin' like he T-pain

The bullets made him lean now I guess he's 2 chainz

He bought that bentley kit and wrapped it 'round a 300

Now matter how you put it boy that's still a 300

Stop that fakin' and the flatchin' dawg cut it off

Frontin' like your paper longer than the power ball

He think he scarface guess he ain't seen the movie

Keep on fakin' 'til you face down in a jacuzzi

With some killas in you room with some real guns

That don't make noise when

They blast it but they real guns

I heard him say he bought the block fakin

In his song he say he gansta' but he not fakin

Say he makin' money cashin' big checks fakin

While his chain leavin' green on his neck fakin

I'm not impressed

So I guess that make you yes that make you

That make you a faker

Guess that make you yes that make you

That make you a faker

Guess that make you yes that make you

That make you a faker

Guess that make you yes that make you

That make you a faker

Real recognize real introduce ya' self

Careful with that cannon boy

You might just shoot ya' self

Somebody wake 'em tell 'em to stop fakin'

Before they end up lyin'

In the woods buck naked

These killas fulla' them demons

While you pretendin' you scarface

You ain't really no ghetto boy

Why you fakin' that hard face

That just made him furious somebody call fishburne

Tell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn

And hell burns hotter I turn to the father

I prayin' Lord forgive 'em

'Cause they lyin' like mufasa

They got these eight'

Graders with they eyes on a choppa

I pray the Lord save 'em 'fo

He drop 'em and make 'em stop it

I heard him say he bought the block fakin

In his song he say he gansta' but he not fakin

Say he makin' money cashin' big checks fakin

While his chain leavin' green on his neck fakin

I'm not impressed

So I guess that make you yes that make you

That make you a faker

Guess that make you yes that make you

That make you a faker

Guess that make you yes that make you

That make you a faker

Guess that make you yes that make you

That make you a faker

Fakin

Oooh fakin

Oooh fakin fakin

Oooh fakin fakin