Oh, too many fake niggas out here, what the world coming to?
Yeah, too many fake bosses, lil' niggas speak when spoken to
I'm a fine demon lately so y'all don't know what I've been going through, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh now nigga fed up
You know every dollar add up
I can't afford to let up
So I can't afford to fuck up, yeah yeah yeah
Can't, uh
Yeah, I been hated, I been loved, I been lied to, yeah
I been holdin' in that pain so I been trying to, ay
I done seen shit in the game that I was blind to, yeah
Not one reason why I get what I gon' find, too
Two cups and a blunt, these are Saint LeRay
Second mixed tape got me a number one
I already got another one, plus I'm working on another one
They got a new watch, get my brother one
I love my nigga like my mother's son
I know they love what I've become
Yeah, sit with sun like the Goodfellas
Reebok to the mean sweater
Cook the dope in the tea kettle
When we were down, nigga, you ain't help us
Now I'm up and I can't help it
Eh, eh , eh
Oh, too many fake niggas out here, what the world coming to?
Yeah, too many fake bosses, lil' niggas speak when spoken to, yeah
I'm a fine demon lately so y'all don't know what I've been going through, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh now nigga fed up
You know every dollar add up
I can't afford to let up
So I can't afford to fuck up, yeah yeah yeah
Can't, uh

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Writer(s): Brince Levil Elam, Marcquinn Bryant, Marcus Allen, Rayshawn Lamar Bennett