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[Hook]
You can't just say it's fake (oh yeah)
You need to find out what they make (yeah yeah)
Tonight please give me a break (niggas gimme a break)
You need to calm and eat some cake (what rhymes with cake?)
You can't just say it's fake (oh yeah)
You need to find out what they make (yeah yeah)

[Verse 1: Iceking Iceking]
And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
Same fuckin'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block gettin fuckin knocked
So hold your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large fuckin erasin and they wives basin
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind

[Verse 2: Sryan]
Oh if you think it's enough to just do it, yeah
Well you're wrong, you need to do something else, yeah
Oh girl if you and I could go on a mission
I would be less suspicious of you
Cause sometimes girl I can't trust you
I'm starting to wonder you're the culprit
Me, Iceking and girl let's go and discover

[Hook]
You can't just say it's fake (oh yeah)
You need to find out what they make (yeah yeah)
Tonight please give me a break (niggas gimme a break)
You need to calm and eat some cake (what rhymes with cake?)
You can't just say it's fake (oh yeah)
You need to find out what they make (yeah yeah)

[Verse 3: Both]
You could just break in and steal my heart (yeah oh)
You could just give cheek to me acting smart (yeah oh)
I need cover, can you help me? (oh yeah)
Where the fuck did I put my key? (oh yeah)
I sometimes be afraid of the outdoors at night
But can you blame me, the sky is not bright
Who rules this motherfuckin world? (men)
I can't hear you, just say it again (men)
Put me to the test (gowan)
To show I'm the best (yeah)
I can just obliterate and go crazy and commit suicide whenever I want to
But that'd be so stupid of me of doing that to myself
I'll see you Spring, hear the bell go ding, where is the diamond ring?
Smiling through tears, walkin' through the years, cheers
I'm feeling old, but I'm only young, hope someday my dreams come true
Sometimes, I see you a face in a crowd walking through my dreams
Calling out out loud sometimes I forget you are gone away
I wake in the sunshine to a cold and crying day
Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine
Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bulletholes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever fuckin talk bitch
Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
Fuckin be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hittin fuckin one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my fuck is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
And it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger fuckin pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name

[Hook]
You can't just say it's fake (oh yeah)
You need to find out what they make (yeah yeah)
Tonight please give me a break (niggas gimme a break)
You need to calm and eat some cake (what rhymes with cake?)
You can't just say it's fake (oh yeah)
You need to find out what they make (yeah yeah)
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About “Fake” by Sryan

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"Fake" appears on "Lyrical Holocaust".

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