Sky Meraki - Competence Vs Confidence Lyrics

Why do you fake? Why do you lie?
Why do love to go flex this ice on your neck, while broke all the time
Why do you run? Why do you hide?
Why do you talk about beef, running the streets, but not have a spine?
Why do you spit? Why do you try?
Why do you say that you're dope, switching the flows, but pay the for rhymes?
Why don't you work? Why don't you grind?
Why do you talk about cash, getting the bands, but not put in the time
The life you said you live has been a hoax
The ice you said you drip has been a joke
The rhymes you said you spit are really dope
But the lines you said are written by a ghost
This is where we differ most, you want the fame and bitches most
But I joined the game to stop flipping dope
It's a life you couldn't live in person
The life condition is to live in burden
How you think you could live this life you spit in verses
When you come from a life that's picture perfect
Where's the clips you said you shooting?
Where's the bricks you said you moving?
This life you wish, you just couldn't do it
Mama scared that her son might go to war, yeah
Mamas scared that the cops might come to her door, yeah
She's scared to heard her sons robbing liquor stores
Or they came to say they found him dead and shot three times bleeding on the floor
Why do you fake? Why do you lie?
Why do love to go flex this ice on your neck, while broke all the time
Why do you run? Why do you hide?
Why do you talk about beef, running the streets, but not have a spine?
Why do you spit? Why do you try?
Why do you say that you're dope, switching the flows, but pay the for rhymes?
Why don't you work? Why don't you grind?
Why do you talk about cash, getting the bands, but not put in the time
What's your vision for?
You wanna live a life that isn't yours
Why you think people killing for
Get the drugs to start flipping for?
To have cool lyrics to listen for?
To make a hit and just to get to Forbes?
Or maybe cause they want a living source
Cause the system shuts every single door
I've seen these streets breed a beast
I've done some things my mom would hate to think
I've been a man my mom would hate to see
If she knew she might've hated me
Hate the hunger, hate the plunder
Hate that summer where I'm robbing chains to make a supper
Hate the man who had a hand that commanded thunder
And put a man inside a slumber
You been acting like this fun and games
When I see my homies do this just for funds to make
It's not a love to bang, it's a love to eat
It's a love to see a way to stand up on your feet
It's risk to pay the price to risk your life, cause these kind of stripes don't come for free
Why do you fake? Why do you lie?
Why do love to go flex this ice on your neck, while broke all the time
Why do you run? Why do you hide?
Why do you talk about beef, running the streets, but not have a spine?
Why do you spit? Why do you try?
Why do you say that you're dope, switching the flows, but pay the for rhymes?
Why don't you work? Why don't you grind?
Why do you talk about cash, getting the bands, but not put in the time