Wise Nyse - Room Full of Fakes Lyrics

It ain't hard to keep it real
In a room full of fakes
I'm a call the God Squad
You gon call the jakes
Grass cut low so I can move
Through the snakes
It ain't hard to keep it real
In a room full of fakes
Black hat black watch
In my black socks
I'll take your white girlfriend
And Give her black clock
I'm just trying to reach my goal
Like a slap shot shoot a video
And put yo hoe in the backdrop
I'm known for stroking dikes
Rolling dice holding mics
You known for petty shit
Snatching purses stolen bikes
You preying on the weak
I survive with the strong
You be accepting defeat
I be proving them wrong
I ain't worried about the
Shit you say you do
On your songs I'm OT
Serving geeks moving food
Off the phone
When it's time to put in work
I just do that alone
Trying to get shit done
So I stay on my own
Luckily I stay sucker free
Don't nobody f*ck with me
Same people looking down
On you is looking up to me
I'm a f*cking G a icon
And a role model
Why buy a drink
When I can buy the whole bottle
In a room full of fakes
I'm a call the God Squad
You gon call the jakes
Grass cut low so I can move
Through the snakes
It ain't hard to keep it real
In a room full of fakes
It ain't hard to keep it real
In a room full of fakes
I'm a call the God Squad you
Gon call the jakes
Money in the air
Trying to see that ass shake
Then she give me brain
Like a f*cking classmate
Nigga you ain't the goat of shit
You ain't wrote yo shit
Everything I jot hot
And my vocals lit
I'm on locomotive shit
You on some local shit
Hip hop socialist
I'm all around the globe with this
My bitch bad
She be on some Ambrosia Shit
Yo bitch trash
So I took her out to golden chick
Gotta show love in a world full of hate
She just want some TLC
No scrubs on a date aye
Fortune and fame is what you rapping for
I'm quick to grab the four
And break a motherf*cker
Like a Plastic fork
If real recognize real
Than you unfamiliar
It's hard to tell who's who
With all these f*cking filters
Yo favorite rapper
Sweeter than vanilla
Softer than the hundred thread
Sheet thats on your pillow
Trees inside the wood
Now it's thicker than a willow
I be in the hood
At the pad no Brillo
For real though
In a room full of fakes
I'm a call the God Squad
You gon call the jakes
Grass cut low so I can move
Through the snakes
It ain't hard to keep it real
In a room full of fakes
It ain't hard to keep it real
In a room full of fakes
I'm a call the God Squad
You gon call the jakes
Grass cut low so I can move
Through the snakes
It ain't hard to keep it real
In a room full of fakes
Aye aye let a nigga run up on me
I'm a catch a case
Wait it ain't hard to
Keep it real
In a room full of fakes
Yea GodSquad living
It's the Elevation Way
If you try and hurt the family
I'm a catch a case
Wait cause it ain't hard
To keep it real
In a room full of fakes
Wait it ain't hard
To keep it real
In a room full of fakes
No grass cut low
So I can move through
The snakes
If a nigga run up on me
I'm a catch a yea