Fabricated
Lyrics
Tryna get a check, they was procrastinating
I stay around killers, I stay around robbers, they keepin' me motivated
My brother was dropping me off with my blick, he knew I'm intoxicated
I'm gonna get Ditti his bond at 90, I don't want him incarcerated
I told him, "I ain't make it just because I'm hot, I gotta get nominated"
I gotta go turn up and get me a check and I can't keep my mama waiting
I put my Perc in my lean, but I wasn't sharing lean
2100 on jeans, but I was sharing jeans
Feds come, hide in closet
Car stop, stash the molly
They talk bad about me
They say I'm Illuminati
They say I don't talk to the jails
He ain't buy no guns through Zelle
He ain't send no pounds through mail
He don't be on the block for real
Fuck him, he gon' die for real
Lowkey, he a clown, for real
He don't do it for his guys, for real
He stay out of town for real
What he do in his raps, he lying
He doing shows, no time to kill
I love 'em deep, they turned they back on me, them signs for real, mm
Think what you want, ain't tryna clear no rumors up
Think what you want, I know they do not fuck with us
I made this, say what you want, I brought the block
He had the chance to tell on niggas, he gave 'em up
They don't fuck with you for real (I know)
They don't love you for real (I know)
They don't appreciate your skill (I know)
They don't care if you die or live
Knowin' your vibe be fake and crazy, that's why me, I keep it the realest
Nigga did something to you, you ain't did shit back, 'cause supposed to be one of them killers
You be the one who be sleep on the block in the car with the Glock, but you a gorilla
I give 'em money to handle they business, they spinning the block back to back like a Triller
'Posed to be gang, they said I changed, they making me mad, I'ma tell them I did it
I'm talking the worst way, I helped niggas out on their birthday
We shouldn't have been cool in the first place
I was supporting your court date
Sneak up on opps, make them urinate
Sleep in the trap 'til our shirt stink, ooh, ooh, oh
Think what you want, ain't tryna clear no rumors up
Think what you want, I know they do not fuck with us
I made this, say what you want, I brought the block
He had the chance to tell on niggas, he gave 'em up
They don't fuck with you for real (I know)
They don't love you for real (I know)
They don't appreciate your skill (I know)
They don't care if you die or live
Writer(s): Anthony Beecham, Durk Banks, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery, Michael James O'Brien
Copyright(s): Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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