Fake

[Chorus: Dy-Know]
Rest in some peaces to all of y'all haters
Sippin on good like on millions of acres
Don't give a shit if y'all like me or not
Always just knew that you fakers was traitors
Fakers, traitors, fakers, traitors
Fakers, traitors, fakers, traitors
Fakers, traitors, fakers, traitors
Love it

[Verse 1: Dy-Know]
Never putting nothing above it
I'm Lil' Wayne
You a lame take your lyrics and shove it
I go insane steady praying
I don't catch you in public
I stuff you like a puppet roll into a blunt and then puff it, uh
I don't smoke weed, I don't sip lean
I don't fuck with females under 18
I don't party huffing with no codeine
Unlike my whole team smoking go green
Claiming its the same thing
All they brains seem hazy
Everythings amazing its insane D
Check it out
Why you such a killjoy, Dy-Know's pussin out
Who invited him? Kick this little wussy out
Wow

[Verse 2: Dy-Know]
Some kinda friends they are
Or were rather
I stole the whiny kid's car
The rich bastard
Drove the shit into the bar Living room after
Booked it to the nearest railcar traveled faster than
My pastor to church
I think I'm ready to purge
I hit it hard with these words
Dy-Know be going to work
Rhyming one syllable
Who the hell would ever think a matador would kill a bull?
Steal a tool and drill a hole into its head leave the carcass dead
I'm running out of breath
And why hasn't the chorus come around yet
Jaree, am I losing my sound yet?
I think I'm losing my sound, man

[Chorus: Dy-Know]
Rest in some peaces to all of yall haters
Sippin on good like on millions of acres
Don't give a shit if yall like me or not
Always just knew that you fakers was traitors
Fakers, traitors, fakers, traitors
Fakers, traitors, fakers, traitors
Fakers, traitors, fakers, traitors

[Verse 3: Dy-Know]
Betray me
Got me feeling crazy
Lately I've been making bank on the rank
And I'm balling daily
Call me Dy-Know Mc
Grady
Haters ain't never sway me
Make me wanna hop out whipping that new Mercedes
Not a hit with all the ladies but baby you need to listen
Maybe you need a dissing?
Maybe you need to get ya ass back into the kitchen
I'm just kidding
But kids is acting suspicious
All ticky tac with the lipstick
I'm writing you off my wishlist
(uh, dyknow think he all that)
Why, cuz I ain't call back?
I'm a tall chap
In a ball cap
Bumping soft trap
On this whole track
Haters say I can't really rap
Less I Talk black
Fuck all that
I reply in all caps
Like “Dy-Know want his ball back”
Where his ball at?
Huh?
Where his ball at, huh, huh, huh?

[Chorus: Dy-Know]
Rest in some peaces to all of yall haters
Sippin on good like on millions of acres
Don't give a shit if yall like me or not
Always just knew that you fakers was traitors
Fakers, traitors, fakers, traitors
Fakers, traitors, fakers, traitors
Fakers, traitors
Yeah, yeah, yeah