Callin Out All The Fakes! -------------------------------------------
I walk in and say hi like salam a lakem
Makin cake off these nigga so i decided to bake em
Beef is not for me
Das why my niggas cant make it to see 23
Aint no whipes and chains but its mondern day slavery
I see the riches yet i search em unubtainably
New name: The guide to bring hip hop back to the center
Tired a fake rapper actin like actors gettin paid to be pretender
You nigga unbelievable like a dresser of cross genders
Never comin out in the action hidin behind ur bars like bar tenders
Now hold up i aint sayin im no kinda thug
I just got eletric tention wit fake thugs like cotton socks and a rug
I aint gonna lie i got no money no car a no job
Some might even say imma fat ass nob
But u cant deny i spit cancer like a baseball pitcher
They say if life give you lemon queeze that shit into a pitcher
But what happen to the part about sellin it and gettin richer
Most of u niggas just drink it up and forget about the figures
So you got all the ice, cars, and house but what about ur retirement
You nigga from the galagos islands aint adaptin to a new inviorment
Then u read these rhymes and ur forehead fill with perspirement
Im done with you nigga just give me my acknoledgement
Submission Name: Callin Out All The Fakes!
