Eli Fross – Fake Shit

Great John on the beat, by the way
Fross

Chorus

I take these Percocets to get in my zone, yeah
I’m from the cold streets, you know what I’m on, yeah
I see the sun, but I’ve been caught through the storm, yeah
Nigga we gon’ fight, but I’d rather throw, yeah
Nigga I went through the struggle, mean a lot of pain
And if I’m callin’ you my brother, you get blessed the same
And we don’t switch up on each other, we don’t cross the grain
And we be real with each other, ain’t no fakin’ gang
Ain’t no fakin’ gang, ain’t no switchin’ chains
Say you a dime baby girl, but I don’t care ‘bout change
You out your mind baby girl, I only love to bang
I’m tryna fly up out this world and have a crib and space, crib and space

Verse

I can’t love no more, my heart is closed
I’ve been livin’ large like a
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My niggas got far, we was broke
I don’t need no one, I be solo
I be solo
Niggas be fakin’, be snitchin’ on low-low
Niggas be talkin’, be rattin’ to the po-po
Say they wit’ you but they switch up on that bro code
Say that your man, but your man be fuckin’ on your bitch, bro
Locked in the can, you ain’t help your mans, you ain’t send him shit, bro
I was in the cell, I was in hell, I ain’t have no hope
Can’t trust nobody, can’t trust not a damn soul
We’d make it hot in broad day, it could be bare cold
Don’t give a fuck what you gotta say, nigga we on go
Nigga we on go
Don’t give a fuck what you gotta say, nigga we on go
Nigga we on go
See I been livin’ this life and niggas thinkin’ it’s perfect
But I came from gravel and niggas goin’ through worse things
Mom called me in the cell, I knew she was hurting
Now I gotta get it up so I could reverse this
Huh, free all my felons
They locked in the cell, and
We talk on the cell lines
They see me through mail-ins
Love my fallen in Heaven
Seein’ me smile up in Heaven
But while I’m down in here
I’ma keep terrorizin’ shit ‘til I’m up in there, yeah yeah yeah

I take these Percocets to get in my zone, yeah
I’m from the cold streets, you know what I’m on, yeah
I see the sun, but I’ve been caught through the storm, yeah
Nigga we gon’ fight, but I’d rather throw, yeah
Nigga I went through the struggle, mean a lot of pain
And if I’m callin’ you my brother, you get blessed the same
And we don’t switch up on each other, we don’t cross the grain
And we be real with each other, ain’t no fakin’ gang
Ain’t no fakin’ gang, ain’t no switchin’ chains
Say you a dime baby girl, but I don’t care ‘bout change
You out your mind baby girl, I only love to bang
I’m tryna fly up out this world and have a crib and space, crib and space

Outro

And have a crib and space
I’m tryna fly up out this world and have a crib and space
Fross