[Intro] [dark piano hits] Cold out here Colder than your advance Boy (hah) [Verse 1] Shorty got a deal Still borrowin’ guns Label bought a chain They ain’t buy him no funds Talkin’ like a stepper He be hidin’ in the burbs Whole block know He a tweet Not a verb I was on the corner with the coat in the summer You was in the office gettin’ coached by a runner Say you independent but the paperwork say “owned” You ain’t from the trenches You just visit with your phone Talk tough Never did time Never did stain Whole image airbrushed Whole past plain Say you put in work I don’t see you on the board Every name that I mention got a candle or a ward Industry bloodsuckers Kiss kids on the cheek Then throw ‘em in a war with a post in a week Real ones quiet They don’t talk on the net You keep droppin’ names you ain’t never even met (lame) [Chorus] All these rappers lookin’ like frauds in February Snow on the curb But his jacket still cherry Talk about drills But the paperwork scary You ain’t on shit Lil boy Just a fairy Frauds in February Frauds in February Outside icy Inside heavy Street logic over every lie on your presser You hear me? [Verse 2] You ain’t beat no case That was state’s mistake You ain’t spin no block That was promo tape Your opps all paid actors Background cast You rehearse every “shoot-out” in a greenroom glass You ain’t touch no weight That’s your manager’s stash You ain’t duck no smoke You just edited the clash You ain’t press no line You just printed up shirts You ain’t slide for your homie You just posted his merch Cloud talk crazy Real life different You was just beggin’ for a pic in my district Say you bang such-and-such set I laugh I can’t name one cousin that’ll vouch for your path See the chain on your neck? That’s a loan on your freedom See the gang in my text? That’s a code You don’t read ‘em You rap like a shooter but your soul all shook Only time you caught a body was a caption you took (clown) [Chorus] All these rappers lookin’ like frauds in February Snow on the curb But his jacket still cherry Talk about drills But the paperwork scary You ain’t on shit Lil boy Just a fairy Frauds in February Frauds in February Outside icy Inside heavy Street logic over every lie on your presser You hear me?

dance, Chicago drill banger, dark minor-key piano loop and menacing sliding 808s. Cold, clipped male vocals right on top of the drums, ad-libs tucked back in reverb. Verses stay tight and surgical, riding stuttered hi-hats and snarling bass; hook widens with layered chants and drops that hit hard in club systems and car subs. Occasional vocal chops between sections for extra tension., drill, vocal, tone

Frauds In February