text: Fake-ass-ni-ggaz faaaace
  Fake-ass-ni-ggaz faaaace
   faaaace
   faaaace
  News gossip laws gossip boppers boppin hoes beg
  Foresake me cause they bitches always be off in my bed
  Always fuckin with they feelings, bitch Ill fuck you with my head
  I dont love you and you dont love me so motherfuck what Donna said
  I got paper never spend it I aint never seen a night
  That I felt a need to pay a bitch unless she was a dyke
  Lickin pussy left and right, bringin bitches by my place
  Jack me off and suck my dick and let me skeet off in her 
  Blackberry start to buzzin, guess her husband askin questions
  Wonderin where she at cause she just called her cousin, mad and fussin
  Im laughin cause Im fuckin, slappin ass and titty suckin
  Please your nipples, puttin that thump in her ass and she aint strugglin
  You aint gangsta, youse a busta, quick to say that you a hustler
  But realistically, you a bitch to me, sweet as pie but down to Custer
  Wanna cry when niggas touch ya, wanna hide cause niggas bust ya
  Got the copies of them statements you was makin motherfucker
  All you fake-ass niggas get the fuck out my 
  Fore I make it rain and shower you with copper from the A
  K, 47 thats gon be my tool
  Make me clack it, I start actin like a motherfuckin fool 
  Fool, you know me, Ive been down since 85
  Sellin dime for dime, doublin up my paper every time
  I live the life of crime, ghetto life from day to day
  Made me throw up both my hands, now get the fuck up out my 
  Thought I mighta hung it up for good, got tired of ridin beats
  For free, said fuck it, Im gon go on and coach a team
  Play golf and smoke my weed, poke her every other day
  Do some groups and keep these haters out my motherfuckin 
  But this shit aint go the way I planned, Im caught off in the cross
  And if I leave they wont respect the South cause niggas soft
  Talkin bout whats in they mouth, talkin bout they cars and house
  And that aint what we all about, we out here workin in a drought
  Bout that paper, bout that cabbage, out here hustlin til you grab it
  Pimp a pimp, you silly rabbit, youse a bun without a tablet
  So yo intellect connect is comin short it out of space
  Catchin bricks and weed and ace so get the fuck up out my face