Yeah, swear to God, niggaShe gon' get close to home, manI don't need itUh, uh, uhIt's fake loveOne thing about itIt's one thing a nigga can't stand is thatIt's fake loveCity with my dogCity always be my man, but lookWhy I feel like thisWhy I feel like this, niggaI know I ain't wrong, but I can't beIt's fake loveYeah, take it, it's free, niggaAll that punk *** cost you somethingSaid he never switch up on me, that nigga lieNot my round, never, my dog almost dieMoney make these mother***ers crazyObligations make these mother***ers lazyAin't *** funny, y'all choke-chokes asideCuban Gooding Jr. let him out, he ain't tryna rideWatch me work my fingers to the boneEven let him stay off in my homeUse a real, real, realReal nigga till you tell a nigga noUse a whole nigga, let them niggas tell it done*** niggas, bitches tooBefore I chase you, I chase these riches, booYou ain't got a loyal bone in your bodyProbably ***in' five niggas in this partyCan't trust you, you can't trust yourselfNeed a boss, bitch, you probably *** to hellAnd I ain't never asked a man for a thingExcept for Tylenol to help a nigga with the pain***, I'm all inI'm goin' all outThey only come around when you all outWhat's up, yeah, what's up, huh?Yeah, the nigga can't standJust fake loveShe wanna think about itHe said he'd always be my manWhat's up, yeah, what's up, huh?Just fake loveKeep that *** to yourselfLet's go, yeah, ***, I'm all inI'm goin' all out, yeah, what's up, huh?***, I'm all inIMER They only come around when you all outPaper *** up, doubts in my headThat's when my main man left me for deadAll the *** I did, all the *** I doneNow your lazy asses wanna try to runI ain't even tripped, I just ran it upNigga steady bitchin', I be manin' upI fed niggas, I led niggasAnd your dogs won't help you pull the sled, niggaTook him round the worldHe can get mizedLike Keith Wax, all body parts down for him to pick upSomething, something, just ain't rightYeah, I said itOne thing a nigga can't stand is thatJust make loveNigga said it with my dogSaid you always be a nigga, manBut, hey, guess what it is, what it is, you knowYeah, yeahJust make love, niggaYou know, one thing about a niggaI don't sit up in that cellI ain't supposed to *** with ***Ain't nobody come spittingAin't nobody check on my kidsAin't nobody call my mamaAin't nobody hit my sisterI don't pay for nigga's fiddle with noI don't want *** back, I don't want *** like thisAll that fake love, you can keep that ***I don't need it, I don't want itI don't desire it, I don't ask for it, manI own ten toes, niggaI'ma keep it going, I'ma live the dream, niggaHow about that?