Fakes - Dryden

I’ve seen close friends vanish like when Thanos snapped his fingers

Some man will never get the point until they grab syringes

Try and shut the door on me, I’ll take it off it’s hinges

From the village hidden in the leaves man I roll with ninjas

Couple Black Zetsu’s stab you in your back

Play your cards right like you’ve got some packs of Match Attax uh

Gotta watch my back like Madara, life gave me six paths I feel like Kaguya

Yo

6 paths like the Sage

I feel like Goku Son cah I’m going insane

Nothing to somthing like Perez in Bahrain

I pick up th mic and drop bombs like Hussein

Feel like Tanjiro Kamado demons getting slain

Walk in the park yeah my life a campaign

War in my head which I cannot abstain from

Almighty Push how I’m getting through the Pain, are you mad?

I can see the reals from the fakes

I know that the real gon' relate yeah

I can see the reals from the fakes

I know that the real gon' relate yeah

Remember in the streets on my old estate when I learned that even close friends

might snake

4am demons got me awake

I write these bars till daybreak

Writing bars till daybreak (ooo)

I can see the reals from the fakes

I don’t know what deal to make

I can see the reals from the fakes

I can see the reals from the fakes yeah

Yo

I’ve seen young g’s, roll with 9's when they go for scraps

Actions speak louder than words coz you can’t take em back

Broad day blammings then they’ll go home and they smoke a pack

Feds gonna run up in that spot they know where it’s at

Couple years behind bars, come out and then go back go trap

Only goal in life is to try and see that paper stack

You’re in the kitchen whip-whipping up a new batch of crack

Look at yourself, you call this life?

Man that shit is whack

No ambition, or religion coz they’re sacrilegious

Hustle 365 not a single day I’m missing

Looking back, I get emotional when reminiscing

Feel like Lewis Hamilton it’s only German cars I’m whipping (cars I’m whipping)

In-in the fast lane like Ricciardo

Gyallie wanna drill like they’re getting beats from Hargo

They tell me to put down my liquor sounding like an arsehole

I pour a glass of Henny I could quit, but it’s hard though

A hoe tells me she wanna spend the night, Trivago

A bad b say «ti amo» she Italiano

Heard it through the wire, kingpin like I’m Marlo

Don’t stop believing like the end of The Sopranos uh

I ain’t going out like Tony

I do it for the fam and the one’s that really know me uh (know me uh)

Said I ain’t going out like Tony

I do it for the fam and the one’s that really know me I’m gone

I can see the reals from the fakes

I know that the real gon' relate yeah

I can see the reals from the fakes

I know that the real gon' relate yeah

Remember in the streets on my old estate when I learned that even close friends

might snake

4am demons got me awake

I write these bars till daybreak

Writing bars till daybreak (ooo)

I can see the reals from the fakes

I don’t know what deal to make

I can see the reals from the fakes

I can see the reals from the fakes yeah