We from Eastside Hemet if they ask y'all
From hittin licks and leavin niggas ona asphalt
I prolly got drunk and hit yo bitch in my backyard
I'm getting money nigga I ain't tryna act hard
Niggas talkin this and that but never dropped the low
I stand on business lil nigga you betta ask yuh bro
Yo homie never paved a way that nigga died a slave
Don't pay attention to them lames I'm getting to this cake
I'm bout my business in my way and you get hit wit flames
Tryna get my mom a crib and buy some diamond chains
Bro my blood we out the mud it was no other way
Knuckle heads we did sum shit as kids that we would never say
If you my bitch you footin for me on the day the day
Remember nights I'm thuggin in the studio wit Jake and Nate
Right now my head up ona swivel I'm tryna keep it straight
But niggas test me so I bust this pistol on my waist
Don't call my phone I'm gettin to it bitch I'm in the zone
I do it for my daughter here and the one that's gone
Appreciate the ones helped me couldn't do it on my own
It's head shots and leg shots all I f*ckin know
They take advantage of yo love till it don't show no more
Im fiendin for sum funk you fooled me once but now I'm upping poles
We ain't never sliding out it's foot patrol
By myself on G.O.D I'm bound to snatch a soul
(Bound to snatch one nigga)
(It's how we comin)
2ReelJay - Fake Love Lyrics
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We from Eastside Hemet if they ask y'all
From hittin licks and leavin niggas ona asphalt
I prolly got drunk and hit yo bitch in my backyard
I'm getting money nigga I ain't tryna act hard
Niggas talkin this and that but never dropped the low
I stand on business lil nigga you betta ask yuh bro
Yo homie never paved a way that nigga died a slave
Don't pay attention to them lames I'm getting to this cake
I'm bout my business in my way and you get hit wit flames
Tryna get my mom a crib and buy some diamond chains
Bro my blood we out the mud it was no other way
Knuckle heads we did sum shit as kids that we would never say
If you my bitch you footin for me on the day the day
Remember nights I'm thuggin in the studio wit Jake and Nate
Right now my head up ona swivel I'm tryna keep it straight
But niggas test me so I bust this pistol on my waist
Don't call my phone I'm gettin to it bitch I'm in the zone
I do it for my daughter here and the one that's gone
Appreciate the ones helped me couldn't do it on my own
It's head shots and leg shots all I f*ckin know
They take advantage of yo love till it don't show no more
Im fiendin for sum funk you fooled me once but now I'm upping poles
We ain't never sliding out it's foot patrol
By myself on G.O.D I'm bound to snatch a soul
(Bound to snatch one nigga)
(It's how we comin)
From hittin licks and leavin niggas ona asphalt
I prolly got drunk and hit yo bitch in my backyard
I'm getting money nigga I ain't tryna act hard
Niggas talkin this and that but never dropped the low
I stand on business lil nigga you betta ask yuh bro
Yo homie never paved a way that nigga died a slave
Don't pay attention to them lames I'm getting to this cake
I'm bout my business in my way and you get hit wit flames
Tryna get my mom a crib and buy some diamond chains
Bro my blood we out the mud it was no other way
Knuckle heads we did sum shit as kids that we would never say
If you my bitch you footin for me on the day the day
Remember nights I'm thuggin in the studio wit Jake and Nate
Right now my head up ona swivel I'm tryna keep it straight
But niggas test me so I bust this pistol on my waist
Don't call my phone I'm gettin to it bitch I'm in the zone
I do it for my daughter here and the one that's gone
Appreciate the ones helped me couldn't do it on my own
It's head shots and leg shots all I f*ckin know
They take advantage of yo love till it don't show no more
Im fiendin for sum funk you fooled me once but now I'm upping poles
We ain't never sliding out it's foot patrol
By myself on G.O.D I'm bound to snatch a soul
(Bound to snatch one nigga)
(It's how we comin)
Writer: Justin Johnson
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