Tony Pain - Fake Luv

Uh Look
Off 2-3 bleeze I'm smacked
Gotta bout 2 treesh tryna mack
All day I been jugging the pack
So I gotta ride around with the strap
OT I've been running the map
Road runner my pockets is fat
Can't sleep ion know whats a nap?
She a freak and she making it clap
Told ma just checkout my stats
GP she be throwing the cat
Let her see if her friend telling facts
And she heard I'ma nigga that rap
Groupie Luv got my heart been missing
Loopy drugs got my mind just tripping
They sound the same but I stay different
They feel the swag just in my sentence
I'm boss made no you cant rent this
Stash box just filled with pension
I'm numb but I feel the tension
Off gas just like my engine
Real talk they want no smoke
Love money cause I hate being broke
Toxic everything be a joke
But my shawty still keeping her hope
Dirty money just bought me some soap
Trap money just bought me a coat
I take drugs ion know how to cope
I just copped me a blick with the scope
Two cups I feel like I'm dreaming
Two thots I know they know some demons
She be chatting bout how I'm the reason
That her heart be falling too pieces
No I can't put trust in a diva
Said she only be smoking sativa
On my grind give a fuck bouta eater
On my grind give a fuck bouta eater
Stacking up bouta buy a two seater
Cause they love my voice on their speakers
Ebk I ain't doing no feature
I just might just fuck on my teacher
Face down when I'm breaking her back
Face up when I'm feeling too tact
Off white but the fit all black
In case the gang on attack
Tell the opps where they been? Get back
I just ghost every bitch I crack
Fake love like thats so wack
And the tape bouta get me a plaque

Written by:
Anthony Ramos

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