errybody #fake
baine!, *67
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I would drop a tape, but I hate everything I make
I can't trust a soul, that's cause everybody fake
I would drop a tape, but I hate everything I make
I can't trust a soul, that's cause everybody fake-fake
I would drop a tape, but I hate everything I make
I can't trust a soul, that's cause everybody fake
Listen to my tape, who the fuck is bumping Drake?
In the-In the crib red shirt on like Drake
I was out last week, but I'm still awake
Too famous son, cause that's just my fate
You cannot understand, nor could you understand
That's why I must do what I must do
Imma need a spell I just wanna run different
In the 85' with the windows tinted
Hit em' wit the scat, nigga that shits rented
Need another break, I'll be back in a minute
Imma lift the curse but it might take a minute
Sleep walking in a astral dimension
Imma lift the curse but it might take a minute
Sleep walking in a astral mension-mension
Ever since my [?]
Booted ass soul, but I just descended
I would drop a tape, but I hate everything I make
I would drop a tape, but I hate everything I make
I can't trust a soul, that's cause everybody fake
Listen to my tape, who the fuck is bumping Drake?
Got a couple plays, now you move like you Drake
Blood till I die, but I still drop rakes
In the the crib red shirt on like Drake
I was out last week but I'm still awake
Too famous son, cause that's just my fate
It might take a minute
I'm like baby how you living
Baby I been chillin' and this glocky get to spinnin'
I just popped the X, so you know I'm fuckin' trippin'
Cast a fuckin' spell, so you better get to wishin'
Imma-imma get my chips. So you know I get to dippin'
Big blunts in my cup, big-big-big-big-big
And [?] you know i see the vision
[?] start to see division