Who am i to trust everybody love a lick/
What side of the fence everybody gotta pick/
I be smoking rolls of quarters just to hold on to my sense/
I display real change everyday in my defense/
Ever questioned your own blood wheres that reality at/
Tryna find the transmutation to bring my sanity back/
Got me out the coffin coughing use the gas for paronia/
The moneys getting to your head it's getting harder to ignore ya/
Everybody fake hoow the fuck im pose to live, whoa
Everybody fake how these people raising kids , whoa
Everybody listens when its already too late
Yo homie claims he solid but we know he's two faced
REMEMBER
Hook:
Everybody fake (repeated)
Im a target for you marksman hope your next shots your best(x2)
Verse2:
Who am i to trust everybody love a lick/
What side of the fense everybody gotta pick/
In the cuts of your kickback im chilling but im tense/
Most of yall claim we cool but i dont see no evidence/
You just know me cause of rap, pay attention i can't afford/
To answer all these questions like where do i record/
Whered i cop the pack, where about i stay/
Who im fucking on and how much my shows pay/
Say you care about the product swear you do it for the culture/
You're a hashtag abuser with the beahvior of a vulture/
You're either with me or against me you sound like a detective/
The more clout in my bag the more i have to be selective/
Swimming through the lie yall spreading rumors for crumbs/
Probably rat out the whole crew how how you niggas raising sons/
How you claim you down to ride how you claim that you support/
How you claim you competion how the fuck this posed to work/
Everybody fake hoow the fuck im pose to live, whoa
Everybody fake how these people raising kids , whoa
Everybody listens when its already too late
Yo homie claims he solid but we know he's two faced
Hook:
Ending:
Bring it to the front we can't hear you in the back(repeted)
Young Mvchetes:
From Congress to the conscious, it seems like everybody fake;
Neko’s sounding stressed, but me, I’ve lost all my faith;
Not sure who to trust, if I can trust anyone at all
So if you ain’t a damn machete, trust I’m blocking all your calls
If you don’t stand for shit, trust you’re already fucking dead;
So many puff the spliff just to rise up (get them) out of bed;
So many pop the pill just to keep from blowing brain
While you’re always talking, “Fuck it, nothing’s ever going to change
So why should I?” Fuck it then – go on and be fake
Go on and ‘Gram the riches that you’ll never actually make
Go on and pop the ‘Xannies, just to live a brief escape
And so, go on, just play the mummy while the rest of us decay
But, trust, as soon as you unravel, we’ll be waiting on the street
We’ll be hanging by the mission where the children wait to eat
And when you finally come upon us – and we’re standing face-to-face –
Know I’ve been waiting for the moment when we quietly both embrace
But until that day arrives, know I see you all the same –
Whether left; right; deaf; blind; just different sets of chains
Give a fuck about your creed, and give a fuck about your clout;
And if you ever test my crew, trust you’re lucky to walk out
‘Cause here in 2018, it seems like everybody’s fake
But not me – and not B – ‘cause we don’t tolerate the snakes
I’ll slice the heads off of anyone who slithers near my feet;
I’ll kill the whole fucking world before I ever admit defeat;
I’ll keep it real until my death, so apologies to Dave Chappelle
Because I’ve seen the same side as him, and I’d honestly burn in hell
Before I ever become like you, when everybody’s fucking fake
And ‘till someone proves me wrong
Y’all stay the fuck up out my way
