Kenneth Brother - fake static.

Real niggas gon fuck with me
Fake static be the worse bro dapped me up then said its up with me
I aint never been the type of nigga had 100 niggas come buck with me
Cause a buck with me
Everything I got was hustle I aint have luck with me
It was time after time I aint have much with me
Lost ones that was close, all I see is Ghost like I got Tuc with me
Yea Tuc with me
Young bitch turnt up tryna go ghost now she on tuck with me
Ten year plus boyz you aint one of them you aint really stuck with me
Okay, okay okay
Live life love less, yes
Make money mute mess
Trap still shake like it got caressed, yes
I aint never did shit if I aint really feel like I was best, yes
Never stressed we blessed (yes)
Once ya dead to me no you can't die again
Im in the booth with more weed than a lil, Nick get high again
Kiss said
No I in team but it's I in win
We been through it all that shit don't work then we gon try again
Fucking right we heating up
Temp is getting high gon need NineFive and his fucking team to put the fire out
Told her we aint meeting up
I aint feel the vibe
Geeking check my eyes
Live a dream, the fuck I gotta lie about
And I got my own house
Own whip
Been doing my own shit
So if they worried bout me
them bitches worried bout the wrong shit
NFT's im on it shoutout broski he be on shit
No NLE but choppa got a choppa with a long, wait
Boulevard for lunch just got a drink they had a long wait
Booked my bitch a flight but had to cancel put the wrong date
Money make me happy
I like clothes more than people
Base my bitches off they actions
I don't never make em equal
This the sequal
To fucking niggas up since I was rapping on the side of the balling shit
Had them bitches falling, shit
I never got that feeling like its over ima call it quits
One thing bout KB they gon know all this shit is all legit
Shoutout ones that call a bit
See how I feel
Not just checking, for the wave but fuck to see how I chill
OTF, aint from the GO but fuck I see that its real
Note to self, these niggas faker than a three dollar bill
Fuck advice, I say don't take it like a three dollar pill
Or some five dollar weed
Talk to God if you need
Wants different I could only give thats spot if its needs
I stay away from ones thats crossing I's and dotting they T's
I can't be, stopping speed
You can't be copping no G's
Even tho that, Red B on me
I still pop out with my C's
She want me
To drop my seeds I said bitch drop to yo knees
Hold up
Replace that, hate in yo heart
one trait I hate is that greed
If it aint, Dior or Bond my neck to waist smell like Creed
KB gon, be here forever thats on Joel Indeeed
Real niggas gon fuck with me
Fake static be the worse, bro dap me up then said its up with me
I aint never been the type of nigga have 100 niggas come buck with me
Cause a buck with me
Everything I got was hustle I aint have luck with me
It was time after time I aint have much with me
Lost ones that was close all I see is ghost like I got Tuc with me
Yea tuck with me
Young bitch turnt up tryna go ghost now she on tuck with me
Ten year plus boyz u aint one of them u aint really stuck with me
Okay, okay okay
Live life love less, yes
Make money mute mess, trap still shake like it got caressed, yes
I aint never did shit if I aint really feel like I was best, yes
Never stressed we blessed, yes

Written by:
Bryan Anderson

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