Fake

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Pep Love] Ima runner mucka They say that's a bad motha-shut yo mouth Everytime i bring the ruckus Bust till my lung is busted Bust till i travel into space, that remains undiscovered Hieroglyphics is the rap government And you can get indited if you don't throw up your hands and punk Yo bitch [Verse 2: Casual] And i'm on my shit Run it bitch None of y'all weak motherfuckers can run with this The god of the audiobox Whatever comes out of your mouth I slaughter while the audience watch Under the order of the lord of hip hop Grand mic master, the hiero rules Tongue spit god shit, they lose You on some young shit, the pharaoh's back I spit black rap [Chorus: Casual, Pep Love & Izrell] All that shit you be talking That's fake All that frontin on the camera That's fake We stick to the real That's fake You on that bullshit, in other words That's fake [2x] [Verse 3: Pep Love] I'm hard body with the bars And i'm caught up with the calls And the audience applauds I don't need to chains I don't need no brains I don't need gold grills I don't need no fame To flaunt around me I'm confident but they call me cocky These are the ones that make me reply with a child please You don't know nothing about me But when my mouthpiece squeeze the crowd please I'm outtie [Verse 4: Casual] Rap sorcerer, black author, west coast Go off track onto East Oakland Mad author, gat pointed to a cat Back off of the magical author walt williams Scholar with the audible auto flow Regarded, the nautical spit cannons On every article, yo i don't give a fuck It's rap god, L to yo old heam Red, black and green The team is here [Chorus: Casual, Pep Love & Izrell] All that shit you be talking That's fake All that frontin on the camera That's fake We stick to the real That's fake You on that bullshit, in other words That's fake [2x]