Facade

Lyrics

[Chorus] Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod I can tell he wanna be me, but he trying too hard Speaking on my name, I can tell he ain't smart Don't nobody even trip, they know it's all a façade Say he stepper, but he act like them broads Say he a spinner, so we hit up them cars Can't wait to catch 'em, I'ma rip 'em apart Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod [Verse 1] You supposed to be my dawg, then why the fuck you speaking on me? Now I know you not my dawg because of what the fuck you showed me Niggas stabbed me in back then fake a smile right in my face Like I'm not gon' hear about it, people tell me everything You be moving like a snake and now ya belly getting cut up You be acting like a cousin but be quick to call me brother Man this money and this fame got niggas talking with a stutter How you say you from the street but you get nervous in the gutter? [Pre-Chorus] Don't come my way, my way Don't have the time today Tryna be a different man But I still love my old ways [Chorus] Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod I can tell he wanna be me, but he trying too hard Speaking on my name, I can tell he ain't smart Don't nobody even trip, they know it's all a façade Say he stepper, but he act like them broads Say he a spinner, so we hit up them cars Can't wait to catch 'em, I'ma rip 'em apart Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod [Verse 2] Niggas telling me I changed, man, I really can't believe it They be quick to call me lame 'cause the shit they not receiving Everybody got a dream, only come true if you ain't sleeping Niggas quick to say they're hungry, then tell you what they not eating I can never trust a soul and that goes for anyone Knew Georgie truckin' with this awesome new bitch, I got plenty guns Step on the scene with the fours black and white, bitch, I got plenty ones Curb stomp a motherfucker, wipe the check off when I'm done Fat nigga with the hands, they a hundred grand I would make ya jaw expand, do you hear me, fam? Hope they get it on the cam, put it on the gram I won't use no wrestle moves, nigga, fuck a slam [Pre-Chorus] Don't come my way, my way Don't have the time today Tryna be a different man But I still love my old ways [Chorus] Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod I can tell he wanna be me, but he trying too hard Speaking on my name, I can tell he ain't smart Don't nobody even trip, they know it's all a façade Say he stepper, but he act like them broads Say he a spinner, so we hit up them cars Can't wait to catch 'em, I'ma rip 'em apart Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod