(Intro)
Yo, yeah, yeah, it’s that vibe,
Fake thugs out here frontin’, nah, we don’t subscribe,
Drill melodic, high energy, let’s ride,
Watch me expose these clowns, no place to hide.
(Hook)
Fake thugs, all talk, no action, they bluff,
Flexin’ on the ‘Gram, but in real life, they soft as fluff,
We see through the mask, yeah, that act ain’t tough,
Keep it 100, real ones only, that’s the stuff.
(Verse 1)
Step up in the booth, I’m shinin’, no disguise,
These fake thugs out here tryna live a lie,
Flexin’ with rented chains, fake whips, alibis,
But when the smoke clears, all you hear is their cries.
They talk that big game, but they fold under pressure,
Claim king of the streets? Nah, just a court jester,
I’m the truth, no cap, these fakes just a gesture,
Real recognize real, I’m the ultimate professor.
(Hook)
Fake thugs, all talk, no action, they bluff,
Flexin’ on the ‘Gram, but in real life, they soft as fluff,
We see through the mask, yeah, that act ain’t tough,
Keep it 100, real ones only, that’s the stuff.
(Verse 2)
Watch ‘em stuntin’ online, copy-paste they style,
Talk about the streets, but they never walked a mile,
Clout chasin’ junkies, just tryna get a smile,
But when it’s time to stand tall, they fall like a pile.
I’m drill melodic, switchin’ lanes with finesse,
Catch me with the real ones, no time for the mess,
Fake thugs get exposed every time, no stress,
I’m the plug, the vibe, the truth, I impress.
(Hook)
Fake thugs, all talk, no action, they bluff,
Flexin’ on the ‘Gram, but in real life, they soft as fluff,
We see through the mask, yeah, that act ain’t tough,
Keep it 100, real ones only, that’s the stuff.
(Verse 3)
They postin’ fake threats, but they ain’t never gon’ swing,
Keyboard warriors, keyboard kings and queens,
Say they got the heat, but it’s just online bling,
I’m the real deal, drill vibes with a melodic ring.
Look, the streets don’t lie, it’s a cold, cold game,
Fake thugs fold quick, just chasing that fame,
I’m the nightmare to fakes, remember the name,
High energy killer, puttin’ y’all to shame.
(Hook)
Fake thugs, all talk, no action, they bluff,
Flexin’ on the ‘Gram, but in real life, they soft as fluff,
We see through the mask, yeah, that act ain’t tough,
Keep it 100, real ones only, that’s the stuff.
(Outro)
So next time you frontin’, remember who you’re playin’,
Fake thugs get faded, real ones stay winnin’, no delayin’,
Drill melodic, high energy, keep slayin’,
This rap’s a warning, fake thugs, stop betrayin’.
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