Exploring themes of authenticity and survival, this track delves into the artists' experiences with deception and resilience. Calboy and Polo G articulate a narrative of overcoming adversity ("Got off my ass, got to it fast") while confronting insincere relationships ("Bitches say they love me, I know it's fake though"). The recurring motif of violence underscores their harsh realities, evidenced by references to firearms and retribution ("I got more than fifty in this Draco, I been slidin'"). Material success is juxtaposed with these struggles, illustrated through luxury items like the "Rose gold AP" watch. The lyrics also convey a sense of mistrust towards others, particularly those perceived as disloyal or deceitful ("He not signin', I heard that he snitchin'"). Ultimately, the song encapsulates a complex blend of ambition and caution within an environment marked by both danger and superficiality. 💰
Fake Love
Lyrics
(CashMoneyAP)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, git, git, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, oh, oh
Sheesh, sheesh
Ayy
Got off my ass, got to it fast, I know they hate it too (ayy)
I said shorty nem from the village, bet he make the news
No, your honor I know nothin' 'bout it, I just play it cool (yeah, yeah)
I need dollars, I been in the kitchen we not makin' food (ayy)
Bitches say they love me, I know it's fake though (fake though), bitch I'm ridin'
I got more than fifty in this Draco, I been slidin'
We gon' live them niggas with some halos (with some halos), I'm not lyin'
Rose gold AP on me, cost a bankroll, watch it shine
Ayy, I get busy with the Glizzy, I'm not scared off y'all (scared off y'all)
Ayy, hide my face behind the tints, but I'm not scary dawg
I won't mention none of the oppositions, I'ma bury y'all
He not signin', I heard that he snitchin', yeah he tell it all
Oh-oh, yeah
Ayy, I can't do romance, bitch, I been hopeless (I been hopeless)
Ayy, trappin' on the daily, I need more bread (more bread)
And it's Long Live The Kin's but off with your head (off with your head)
Yeah, I grip tight on Nina, you can't hold it
Got off my ass, got to it fast, I know they hate it too (ayy)
I said shorty nem from the village, bet he make the news
No, your honor I know nothin' 'bout it, I just play it cool (yeah, yeah)
I need dollars, I been in the kitchen we not makin' food (ayy)
Bitches say they love me, I know it's fake though (fake though), bitch I'm ridin'
I got more than fifty in this Draco, I been slidin'
We gon' live them niggas with some halos (with some halos), I'm not lyin'
Rose gold AP on me, cost a bankroll, watch it shine
Givenchy and Amiri, pop out fresher than an Altoid
Uh, Dracos, Glocks and Wessons, we got loud toys
How many shots? 'Bout one-four-seven, like I'm Calboy
My lil' killa dangerous, keep it on 'em, like he got a (?)
You know if I pour four in the mornin', that car it got destroyed
We ain't fuck, I kicked her out, she talk too much, I got annoyed
Tell you 'bout my life, bitch, I'm a gangsta just to sum it up
He ain't from the same box, can't stamp him, he ain't one of us
I was trappin' in the cold, tryna catch another rush
Pull up in that Bimmer truck, all I know is run it up
Thirty in this Louis, feel this Glizzy just for runnim' up
They heard 'bout my city, they won't tell me, they ain't dumb enough
Ayy, got off my ass, got to it fast, I know they hate it too (ayy)
I said shorty nem from the village, bet he make the news
No, your honor I know nothin' 'bout it, I just play it cool (yeah, yeah)
I need dollars, I been in the kitchen we not makin' food (ayy)
Bitches say they love me, I know it's fake though (fake though), bitch I'm ridin'
I got more than fifty in this Draco, I been slidin'
We gon' live them niggas with some halos (with some halos), I'm not lyin'
Rose gold AP on me, cost a bankroll, watch it shine
Writer(s): Alex Petit, Calvin Woods, Taurus Bartlett
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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