Facade

Gave it to God but I ride with a rod

I can tell he wanna be me but he trying too hard

Speaking on my name, I can tell he ain't smart

Don't nobody even trip they know it's all a facade

Say he stepper but he act like them broads

Say he a spinner so we hit up them cars

Can't wait to catch em' I'ma rip em' apart

Gave it to God but I ride with a rod

You supposed to be my dawg then why the fu*k you speaking on me

Now I know you not my dawg because of what the fu*k you showed me

Niggas stabbed me in back then fake a smile right in face

Like I'm not gon' hear about it people tell me everything

You be moving like a snake and now ya belly getting cut up

You be acting like a cousin but be quick to call me brudda

Man this money and this fame got niggas talking with a stutter

How you say you from the street but you get nervous in the gutter

Don't come my way, my way

Don't have the time today

Tryna be a different man

But I still love my old ways

Gave it to God but I ride with a rod

I can tell he wanna be me but he trying too hard

Speaking on my name, I can tell he ain't smart

Don't nobody even trip they know it's all a facade

Say he stepper but he act like them broads

Say he a spinner so we hit up them cars

Can't wait to catch em' I'ma rip em' apart

Gave it to God but I ride with a rod

Niggas telling me I changed man I really can't believe it

They be quick to call me lame 'cause the shit they not receiving

Everybody got a dream, only come true if you ain't sleeping

Niggas quick to say they're hungry, then tell you what they not eating

I can never trust a soul and that goes for anyone

Knew Georgie truckin' with this awesome new bitch I got plenty guns

Step on the scene with the fours black and white, bitch I got plenty ones

Curb stomp a mothafu*ka, wipe the check off when I'm done

Fat nigga with the hands, they a hunnid grand

I would make ya jaw expand, do you hear me fam

Hope they get it on the cam, put it on the gram

I won't use no wrestle moves, nigga fu*k a slam

Don't come my way, my way

Don't have the time today

Tryna be a different man

But I still love my old ways

Gave it to God but I ride with a rod

I can tell he wanna be me but he trying too hard

Speaking on my name, I can tell he ain't smart

Don't nobody even trip they know it's all a facade

Say he stepper but he act like them broads

Say he a spinner so we hit up them cars

Can't wait to catch em' I'ma rip em' apart

Gave it to God but I ride with a rod