Mid-Wes - Fake Ones lyrics

rate me

Yeah, come fly with me

I’m back to smoking so get high with me

Yeah, copped the first O this summer

You know, some raps from there, sound like fun

It all happens for a reason, no conspiracy

I’m ‘bout to blow but y’all don’t know

Because you fearing me

Ok, you hearing me, but soon you gonna be listening

Type of kid that do some shit just because it’s different

Or maybe that’s just me

The music lets me speak, feel like I’m writing on the beach

But that’s just how I’m ‘bout to beat stakes

I need a plan, I ain’t smoked in 6 months

Light went up so I can tell the world exactly what I want

I told the Lord I wanted all and that ain’t much

I took one look and told Him everything is what I saw

My vision is never taming, what y’all painted me to be

I chase dreams instead of bullshit, won’t y’all fade away from me

All the fake ones jet it, all the jealous ones hit it

All the people that I know are divided and segregated

And I pray that I’ll be shaded by a money tree, look at me

On the rare dime, living luxury, damn

This don’t happen often, oh, but it will

I dig deeper into my soul to discover what’s really real

I’m working up on this deal, met with Warner Bros. in LA

And felt that they didn’t feel all my thoughts that I had spilled

I’m in limbo, pass a blunt and see just what I’m in for

As my grandma say keep working hard one day you’ll feel you bill for

Patience burns but homie your doing kills slow

That’s what I had learned in two years of never being on

Even if I’m spitting right, I’m still gonna need a miracle

Yeah, it’s cold but let’s try and see where it go

Let’s try and see where it go, I’m still calling, need the motherfucking miracle

It’s Mid