joel sieradzan – real fake love freestyle lyrics
[intro]
yeah, tired of you motherf+ckers
but y’all gon know though, y’all realize, mm, look
[verse 1]
i’m sick of putting my sh+t out and feeling like n0body care
not even a comment or share, not even a like, am i seeing this
right? not even the people i know in real life can tap on a screen
twice, godd+mn you’d think that i ask ’em to buy the whole
f+cking shop when it drop and go through a stop and then pop
a load of the shots at a cop and open his top with a glock
motherf+cker’s got the audacity to greet me so happily and
act like we friends but soon as i post, they disappear so magically
sh+t is a tragedy but naturally they back at a mass capacity
posting about fifteen stories of еstablished rich rappers passing me
and that sh+t is a travеsty, motherf+ckers acting so nice but
know that they trash actually, motherf+ckers backstabbing me
put on a front but they backstabbing me, they put on a front
but they backstabbing me, like rah
[bridge]
like godd+mn, you said can’t wait ’til i make it
there’s a chance and if i take it i’ll advance
but y’all the fakest people i ever known
i hope you know that when i’m big you
won’t get the trash out my bin, motherf+cker
that’s how it is b+tch, now run along
you said can’t wait ’til i make it
there’s a chance and if i take it i’ll advance
but y’all the fakest people i ever known
i hope you know that when i’m big you
won’t get the trash out my bin, motherf+cker
that’s how i live b+tch, now run along
[verse 2]
i think it’s funny that people think when you blow up and
you make it big you turned so fake and switched up and
changed for the pay and sh+t, now you laying with a naked b+tch
while they complaining through the lamest diss about fame
how it changes things, only things it’ll change is this account
from past tense of “break” to rich, more assets and places lived
than new drafts the nba has picked, more taxes to pay but this
don’t put a gash in my paper b+tch, i’m f+cking gassed, if i take
a hit i’m f+cking back with a plated chin, motherf+cker d+mn
[outro]
yeah, what, what, motherf+cker d+mn
okay, what, okay, what, okay, d+mn
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