Fake Love

The real ones gone come out as fake
Don't love you they just playing games
They say they support you they snakes
They watching you climb through the ranks

They waiting till you get a bank
Come back around then they want it to break
They talking they shit they won’t say to your face
But they were real when you dug your own grave

Stuck with this trauma why would I change
Tired of Drama losing my faith
Most of these people don't have what it takes
They say you the problem you stuck in your ways

Never listen to you but they gone hate
Don't know me the choice that you made
You treat my career like a fucking mistake
When I get to the bag Imma flex everyday

Same ones who support the dream
Be the same ones who gone make it seem
Like they don’t know the real me
Be the same ones who just wanna see
A young Royal brains splattered the seats
Same ones who gone talk to me
Like they hope that I ghetty green
But fuck them they ain't getting cheese

Same ones who support the goal
Same ones dont want you to blow
Made it my life imma get to the gold
Then I'll flex on the bitches who think I'd be broke

Imma make this shit happen or fall in the hole
Don't get high when I hit the damn bowl
But I drop a new tape when I up the damn glow
And my brothers still ride so I'm not boutta fold

Ain't nobody really care to be one of my bros
Cut off my braids cause they burn when I smoke
If you look the wrong way then you lacking on Goals
Searching for fades stead of searching for closure
Still I can't lose composure
Really the culture devolving to vultures

Most of these humans disguised they some ogres
Give they faith to the ones that enrolled them