Nigga like me smoke weed er'day
Nigga like me high all the time
Shut the fuck man
It's Taylor's! Ugh
One shot, one kill, what the deal?
Learners from my OG, shit is real
Made niggas, paid niggas all around
One phone call, brr, it's going down
Clique full of psychos, goon in some tight clothes
Need my paper straight, no typos
Right flows, but really I don't write
I'm in the studio all night
Make sure the shit you call a dream is what I really call my life
From my city, Harlem Nights, you niggas silly, this the 'burg
Not Philly, shout to those niggas though that wheelie on them bikes
These niggas fans, they just sit in
Talk about plans they ain't been in
Even rock brands they don't fit in
Ain't got to go to France, spend a hunid bands
Gotta understand, damn!
I can't stand fake niggas
I can't stand fake niggas
I can't stand fake niggas
(They shouldn't be talkin' bout that shit they got)
(They ain't got that shit)
I can't stand fake niggas
Walk it how I talk it, if I roll it, I'mma spark it
If she bad, I tell her park it, I may hit it like a target
Oh shit! He blowing up your phone again
Must we let him know, you ain't coming home again?
Leave that man alone, could be doing better
Do it on your own, could be on a jet, flyin' round the globe
Baby we gonna smoke the o-zone
Burnin' kush till her ass gone
Cellphone by the remote control
When your girlfriends call, they just get the dial tone
Paper wild long
Try to draw the line between personal and business
But these niggas in their feelings like bitches
Mobbing through the trenches, always on a mission
Rules to the game, start a competition
Khalifa Kush keep me high, the world wanna speak
Broke and jail, two things I don't wanna be
You talk tough, but your click is nervous
Wash 'em up, get that quick detergent
Then we done with 'em
There's gotta be somebody to blame
It's a shame, shame, shame
I can't stand fake niggas
I can't stand fake niggas
(Uuuu)
I can't stand fake niggas
(What? What?)
I can't stand fake niggas
I can't stand fake niggas
(Hey)
Fake ass, niggas, shit
Dawg, damn, woah
28 Grams, 28, and a bag in my hand
God, Damn!
Ho
Hahahahaha
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Man when my hair get long you niggas in trouble
Just warning you now