Wayne Bryant - Stand On That Lyrics

Fake numbers, fake cash, nigga fake laughs
Fake smiles, fake ass, nigga fake lash
Real nigga tell me how I'm supposed break past
All this bullshit when ain't nobody tryna face facts
Everybody want percentage like a state tax
Ya own homie set you up for less than eight racks
They do whatever, even shit that you can't take back
For a lil clout and some attention on a fake app
Nahhh see I can't get wit that
Never worried bout these weak niggas they ain't fit to rap
Heaven sent flow niggas know that I was gifted that
It's like I'm pitchin crack, every time I knock it out the park I gotta flip the bat
You can catch me standin 10 toes on what I spit in fact
I tried to cop a snapback but I couldn't fit the cap
I guess I'm too real, put my whole soul on the track
I need a shoe deal, you niggas blue pill, I'm asking who real?
Out here talkin like they on it but the plans don't match
Lil' money wanna flaunt it but the bands don't stack
Shawty really gotta stomach but the gram on snatch
Be about that shit you talkin' tell em stand on that
Aye, stand on it, tell em stand on that uh
Stand on yea boy you better stand on it
Just keep it real baby girl you stand gotta stand on it
Stand on it yea yea u gotta stand on it
All this cappin' & actin' inside of captions I'm laughin
It's hard to capture the traction I bring to tracks when I'm snappin
It's always facts like like I'm faxing, always rap like I'm blastin' a couple straps I been fastin' so I see thru da bafoonery
More concerned wit real estate than what the jeweler can do for me
I'm so focused on myself it ain't no room for the scrutiny
They be lyin' online I'm in the booth speakin' truthfully
Like my women all natural like the root of yuca leaf
I go stupid deep, all these niggas childish I go get they ass a booster seat
All these hoes burnt out no they can't touch me this exclusive meat
All these rappers rhymes be hella sweet boy my shit gluten free
I hustle 'till I'm paid & you can google me
And usually I keep a tool on me it's just this pen I'm writing eulogies it ain't no foolin' me
Been schoolin' rappers like a tutor be I call em Junie B
This out the mud no silver spoon for me
I'm givin' truth for free while everybody out here
Out here talkin like they on it but the plans don't match
Lil' money wanna flaunt it but the bands don't stack
Shawty really gotta stomach but the gram on snatch
Be about that shit you talkin' tell em stand on that
Aye, stand on it, tell em stand on that uh
Stand on yea boy you better stand on it
Just keep it real baby girl you stand gotta stand on it
Stand on it yea yea u gotta stand on it