Fake Love

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
I see you
Clear as day now (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Used to share plates, now you share my name
For a lil' bit of shine, you would trade that same
You was never in the trap when the rent came due
Only pop up for the flicks and the free-day food
You ain't text when my phone got cut
But you typed ten posts when my song went up
All caps in my comments like we childhood buds
But you dipped when the car broke, left me in the mud
[Chorus]
I'm tired of fake love, tired of fake friends
Smile in my face, then they hate when it ends
You ain't with the struggle, only pull up when I win
If you wasn't in the dark, you ain't coming in
I'm tired of fake love, tired of fake friends
Talking like we blood, you was never my kin
You ain't with the grind, only here for the spin
If you wasn't in the dark, you ain't coming in (nah)
[Verse 2]
You ain't see the floor where I slept last year
Corner of the room, tryna hide my fear
Mama in the kitchen with the late-night tears
You ain't call once, but you right here, weird
Now you wanna ride 'cause the ride don't stall
You ain't push once when I hit that wall
Only time you ever showed real at all
Was the mask you wore, that was all your call
[Chorus]
I'm tired of fake love, tired of fake friends
Smile in my face, then they hate when it ends
You ain't with the struggle, only pull up when I win
If you wasn't in the dark, you ain't coming in
I'm tired of fake love, tired of fake friends
Talking like we blood, you was never my kin
You ain't with the grind, only here for the spin
If you wasn't in the dark, you ain't coming in (yeah)
[Bridge]
Circle getting small, now it's just a dot
Rather sit alone than with snakes on the block (on the block)
Heart got cold, but my faith got hot
If you left when I fell, stay gone when I pop
[Chorus]
I'm tired of fake love, tired of fake friends
Smile in my face, then they hate when it ends
You ain't with the struggle, only pull up when I win
If you wasn't in the dark, you ain't coming in
I'm tired of fake love, tired of fake friends
Talking like we blood, you was never my kin
You ain't with the grind, only here for the spin
If you wasn't in the dark, you ain't coming in

rap, Early-2000s trap-leaning rap banger, male vocals; rubbery sub-bass and crisp snares under eerie synth plucks. Verses ride a confident mid-tempo pocket with tight, syncopated hats; hook explodes with chant-style gang vocals and stacked ad-libs. Occasional record-stop drops before bar-heavy punchlines, then full drums slam back in for maximum bounce., fake