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Fraud

Erm erm
Three square inches

Stuck in ya box and you hella deficient
I’m up in a yacht and I’m getting efficient
Climb to the top with the throats that I’m rippin’
And at your oesophagus bullets be hittin’
Hit ’em with that little quickie
Just for the fuck of it, aye
Sitting on my throne, in my zone
I’m the king of this, aye
If you don’t want chrome in your dome
Better get out of the way
PH I set it in stone, 22 double o and I’m reppin’ it everyday

Yah
How you run to me when you can’t even walk?
All the people know you lying when you talk
Talk that shit and I’ma send you up to God
You ain’t real, you just fake
You a fraud

How you run to me when you can’t even walk?
All the people know you lying when you talk
Talk that shit and I’ma send you up to God
You ain’t real, you just fake
Yuh

Pseudonyms flipped in a ruckus with suckers and thuggers be fazin’ (fazin’)
Cruisin’ with crypt muhfuckers in hundreds and gunners be blazin’
Shoot them real quick when they stuck and running and succumbed to waitin’
Usin’ this dick on your mother she love it I’m fuckin’ amazing

You don’t know what’s on my mind (on my mind yeah)
God already gave me signs (God he gave me signs yeah)
Bitch you gonna do your time (gotta do your time eh)
‘Cause I ain’t never gonna let shit slide

‘Cause you a fraud
How you run to me when you can’t even walk?
All the people know you lying when you talk
Talk that shit and Imma send you up to God
You ain’t real, you just fake
Yuh

I’m the typa motherfucker who screams on the mic and attracted to little gory hoes
Slim and thicky when she sucking my dick
In a pentagram feel like it’s brittle Oreos
True but I can’t even lie got a crush on T-Kelly and every stan of Tory knows
Don’t you dare and try keep it a 100 shit Joyner the goat
Your fucking story Blows

Take into account that I’ll be spitting ’til Infinity
I’m in a lot of menus like piñacalata Henny
Forreally, you’re never litty
So give me the penicilly
I’m ready to flick a penny
To heads and I think I’m spinning like a wheel on a car
Holding steel to the stars
Some you bitches think I’m crazy
‘Cause I’m real to a fault
Y’all can’t feel what I’m on
You distilled and I’m raw
You the fakest bitch depending on that deal ’til you’re gone

‘Cause you a fraud
How you run to me when you can’t even walk?
All the people know you lying when you talk
Talk that shit and I’ma send you up to God
You ain’t real, you just fake

You a fraud (You a fraud)
How you run to me when you can’t even walk? (You can’t walk)
All the people know you lying when you talk (when you talk)
Talk that shit and I’ma send you up to God (Send you up to God yeah)
You ain’t real
You just fake
Yeah, woo

I guess that’s the turn-up record

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