Fakers Die Young

Lyrics

[Chorus] What's the reason why these hard-ass cappers gettin' hung? The real keep living but the fakers die young Watch the big shit dig his grave with his tongue The real keep living but the fakers die young [Verse 1: K-Rino] Aight class, let me teach you hood lesson number one: Keep your eyes on your money, when them laws is comin run Real life, understand hood lesson number two: Nullify all gun-bumpin' snitches out the crew Write it down, motherfuckers, hood lesson number three: Just because you spent a grand, don't mean your woman won't fuck me Listen up, number four: with your partners let it flow But by yourself and see your foes before they see you time to go Where I live you got to strive, hood lesson number five: Talkin' shit you take a dive, you got game you stay alive Pay attention, make your list, hood lesson number six: But if it ain't none of yo business keep yo face up out the mix Keep it low, what I'm stressin', that's lesson number seven: Understand we live in Hell, 'cause without paper ain't no Heaven Let your mind elevate, ghetto lesson number eight: Don't be out there tryna cap because that shit gon seal your fate [Chorus] What's the reason why these hard-ass cappers gettin' hung? The real keep living but the fakers die young Watch the big shit dig his grave with his tongue The real keep living but the fakers die young [Verse 2: K-Rino] Look in the clique, the twisted minds with agg faces Routine to interact with drama on a daily basis Snitches in the midst of true players like they aces Fakers plus real Gs equals murder cases Suckers try to sell it, but legitimate brothers they live to tell it Half these fools talkin' about 'clientele' can't even spell it Books of cream made these punks, so don't provoke 'em Killers agg enough to roll your ashes up and smoke 'em Programmed for drama, street producing, blood from grudges Motherfucking dealers selling cocaine to the judges Count it up for the blast, if we acted right the world might last But if "if" was a bullet, we'd all be shot in the ass K-Rino be underground 'cause they don't play me on the radio Legendary flow-er grabbed the micrphone in '84 Fakers falling off because they ain't got no identity Trying to be a killer got him blowed off the vicinity Never had a battle, said you did but see you lied to me Hit him with that swarm and made him feel like it was five of me Drivin' me, see how ignorant rappers persist to be No knowledge of self and don't shit about your history [Verse 3: C-Rock]