paroles de chanson Fake Fans (feat. Breesy) - MK47

All my brodies on my side even if I'm wrong
They know I pour my heart out in every single song
I get blamed for everything, but you know I'm doing right
It's like my heart be getting hurt, but I'm still putting up a fight
I got some issues going on, but they don't know it
My body been hurting but I smile, I never show it
Got some people on my side telling me that I am goated
Got some other people hating saying that I'm not a poet
Me and brodie just rocked out a show, I swear we had it lit
All the hate be coming from my old school, I'm not having it
I was going to give up, fell to my knees just like Kaepernick
Smoked the stress away, it disappeared just like a magic trick
The anxiety be hurting, you don't know how I feel
A few bumps in the road, but you know I ran up the hill
I ain't never stopping with the rapping til I get a mill
Even after that, not going to quit 'cause every verse I kill
They were praying on my downfall, I felt like I was Tee
Back in school I swear to god they was all laughing at me
When I started making music, thats when I felt I was free
From all the drama in the past but the haters can't let it be
Throw your hands up like a celebration
I'ma get to the top, there ain't no hesitation
Remember all them days that I was walking to the station
I low key miss that shit, my music got my concentration
I swear that I'm the realest, never switching, never change on them
I had to let some people go, told 'em can't be friends again
They were hating on me from the start, they ain't no fucking friend
Cut 'em out my life, I swear to god I had to make it end
Shoutout all my brodies, swear to god you know they got my back
Got some people sharing all my snaps, I swear that shit is wack
They just mad at me because I left 'em in the fucking past
I'm telling you right now, if I catch you, I put you in a cast
You said that you my fan but low key you always be laughing
I don't care about 'em 'cause I know they ain't about action
Let me ask, did you perform, I swear it never happened
If you really like my music, buy a ticket, why you capping?

Never seen you there
The color of your eyes is matching on your underwear
We be out in public and they stare
I be lit up in the booth, I'm looking like a flare
I just want a hug like a bear
Say you got these bodies from the past, I don't care
I want to get to know you but your mind over there
In love with your body 'cause it's shaped like a pear
Don dada
I'ma big problem
I'ma baller
I'ma make these stupid bitches holler
I'ma make sure that she call me
Friends fake like cuban, like zirconi