Lyrics REAL OR FAKE (feat. KenBrew & OZ1X) - SotoKnows

Real or fake tell me can you see the difference?
Niggas moving strange, shit got me crafty with my distance
Just for better days, I've been making tough decisions
Got no problem parting ways once I see your heart isn't in it
I find it so hard to build when most you niggas bad for business
And I got no time to chill, Laronda's son been on a mission
Never had a village, just a lonely soldier with no limit
Learned to stick to codes, around the cops y'all start to get specific
Most of these bitches hoes and niggas love to gossip more than women
I just play my role, stack up all this dough, and mind my business
I got severals goals, all I know is growth, I gotta get it
I been good on all the fuck shit up in the cut I'm just chilling
Counting blessings, meditating, while
Detaching my feelings
I pulled myself up out the darkness, fuck who paints me the villain
These niggas won't check on your conscience til you making a killing
I put my peace before the nonsense I'm too busy self healing
KenBrew

With so much going on, its been hard to try and find a way
No love in my city, nigga all I see is rainy days
Before they blow the candles, nigga I just wanna see the cake
I'm miles ahead of these rap niggas they can't keep the pace
I been thinking differently, moving super militant
We crushing any opposition, all my niggas killing shit
I'm cutting niggas off if I feel like they ain't fitting in
If you cut from this cloth nigga you just gotta feel this shit
When my brother came home man that shit was something special
They wonder why we buy this ice, man that shit like hood medals
Trynna get up out the struggle, shit is hard as a bitch
And I been going super hard, shit as hard as it gets
I put em in the rear view how I step on the gas
Hard to stay ten toes with a foot up they ass
I had to jump up out my feelings, and I jumped in my bag
It's OZ, KenBrew, SotoKnows where you at?

Bitch I'm prodigy
And If you try'd to tell me different, eat a dick I need a proper apology
See I was real humble
But you ain't poke a mother fucking bear
Lyrical lion, the king of the jungle
So miss me with that fake shit snake, you so petty
Trying to set me up for the cheese like spaghetti
Tricking with a baddie, bet the pussy stay wetty
Im hip, I'm on my P's and Q's, I stay ready
Look
Locked and loaded, I'm holding these grudges over my shoulder
No I ain't let it go, I'm just focused on me for the moment
Tried to be the hand that feed, they bite and deceive
But ya'll ain't fucking with the free, way out of your league
I play hard, work harder, just ask wifey
Head crack, told me she was into something dicey
Bars over you're head, like an ice cream truck
So they hating, but still bump
I'm tired of these fake fucks
But nonetheless, the quickest address
I just had to tell them that they wrong, I'm righting these lefts
You see they talking bout piquets and getting these checks
But I seen them in the same fit,the fourth, fifth and the sixth
The seventh, the eighth? Shit ain't adding up, please help me equate
You say you fly, but you been stuck on the ground for days
See KenBrew, got more Palace than Drake
And Oz, run through the Preme like tooth paste
SotoKnows, forget it, I got billions in the safe
Im talking that boys club, but the moneys on the way
Facts, that's all I know, so I stick to the truth
Fake fucks, we zip them up, get Canadian Goosed