Fake Love

(album: Heart Cold - 2018)

(Ooh, Bankhead did the 808s)
(I know who made that beat, 2 made it)

Her heart been broke, she so hard to love
I had to run off on three of my plugs
I had to remix and remix the drugs
I had to trap just to run it back it up
I watched them niggas trade on me
I watched them bitches trade on me
Everybody who was right there, when I fell off, they just faded on me
I ran up them racks on 'em, they wanna be friends now
I got this shit on me for real, ain't gotta pretend now
I need my backend, I ain't coming in now
That lil' bitch was acting stiff, but she gon' let me in now
Fake niggas getting cut off, fake bitches getting cut off
Broke niggas getting cut off, broke bitches getting cut off
One mistake and you're cut off, family members getting cut off
Wonder why we don't talk, 'cause your ass got cut off

I used to flex big homie bankroll
Now I ran it up on them stank hoes
I don't pour no more lean in no Fanta
Rest in peace Fredo Santana
You don't need the lean, homie
You can just lean on me
Baby, I know you been hurt before
But you can't take it out on me
They doubted me, they said I would fail
I had to keep putting dope on the scale
I had to remix and remix and remix and remix and remix like I was Pharrell
I'm having nightmares of being in jail
They told me go right, but I bust a left
Why would they give me directions?
When they know I'ma be better than them
I had to grind for this, I put my time in this
I put my own money, you mad 'cause I'm gone on you
Fake love make me hate love
Baby, miss me with the late love
All that fake shit ain't love
I ain't stopping 'til they give me Drake love

Her heart been broke, she so hard to love
I had to run off on three of my plugs
I had to remix and remix the drugs
I had to trap just to run it back it up
I watched them niggas trade on me
I watched them bitches trade on me
Everybody who was right there, when I fell off, they just faded on me
I ran up them racks on 'em, they wanna be friends now
I got this shit on me for real, ain't gotta pretend now
I need my backend, I ain't coming in now
That lil' bitch was acting stiff, but she gon' let me in now
Fake niggas getting cut off, fake bitches getting cut off
Broke niggas getting cut off, broke bitches getting cut off
One mistake and you're cut off, family members getting cut off
Wonder why we don't talk, 'cause your ass got cut off

Stop all that bitching, lil' nigga
Time for you to man up
She gonna suck on that motherfucker
'Til that motherfucker stand up
I used to sleep on a cell
I had to get bands up
All of that sack you see that I got
That shit that I ranned up
I know you can't stand me, nigga
I bet you won't do nothing
I promise if you see me by myself
Nigga, I'll shoot something
I ain't worried 'bout a nigga
I don't care about a nigga
I'll air out a nigga
I ain't playing 'bout my children
I eat the beat with a fork
I put your bitch on the course
I have her making a choice
Your life or hers
If she love you, she'll die for you
If she don't, you a dead man
When I murk you, she gon' move on
It's kinda hard to love a dead man

Her heart been broke, she so hard to love
I had to run off on three of my plugs
I had to remix and remix the drugs
I had to trap just to run it back it up
I watched them niggas trade on me
I watched them bitches trade on me
Everybody who was right there, when I fell off, they just faded on me
I ran up them racks on 'em, they wanna be friends now
I got this shit on me for real, ain't gotta pretend now
I need my backend, I ain't coming in now
That lil' bitch was acting stiff, but she gon' let me in now
Fake niggas getting cut off, fake bitches getting cut off
Broke niggas getting cut off, broke bitches getting cut off
One mistake and you're cut off, family members getting cut off
Wonder why we don't talk, 'cause your ass got cut off, yeah

(Ooh, Bankhead did the 808s)
(I know who made that beat, 2 made it)