Reem Da Illist - Fake Luv

Yea
RDI
Aye

I got some people who turned they back on me
And switched on me
Like I ain't notice
All that we been thru
And you gon be like I'm some other nigga
I don't even give a fuck
Because karma gonna get you
In time
Hollup, be quiet
And listen to these melodies
My lyrics spoken so heavenly
It was like 3 am you posted on the gram
Letting me know that you dipped on me
For a clique
A quick lick
For them bills and make hits
You acting different but did you forget
I put you on this shit bitch
Copping balenciaga's and bricks
But you only got that bread
From music you didn't write
Stop lying
May I refresh ya mind
Got a dm from this nigga
Tryna send me a verse
Even tho I dissed you 5, 4, 3 times
Why the fuck you still hitting my jack lil nigga
Uh
Fake friends
I'm falling in the deep end
Tell me I can, get up
Rise over the hate
I'm stuck in the mud
Every time I drop
They wanna hate me for the buzz
Damn
Speaking from my mind
Wanna go back to the ways it used to be
Like a oven
I sit back and recline
Aye, take it as a lesson
I only fire back at the niggas who ain't respect me
Yea
But my time is coming soon
You just want attention cuz you are a fool
Beggin for the clout
Now you staring at the mac
11, glocks and nines
Call it a clap back
I might end your career
I'm crazy
Batas motel, I'm norman
You a killer like manson
I'm cooking em a foreman
Back in my ways
And I told em I'm a person you can play wit
I just been fighting my demons
So they tryna kill me
I'm ready for driveby's
Uh
The most hated and underrated from Philly
But when I make it
They beggin' and pleading for deals
All these niggas want is the money
It's a cold world
It's funny
Inspired by cole
Grew up on the cole world
No I'm in this shit for money
I'm stacking my paper like a entrepreneur
So I make it from the rags to the riches
Counting digits
In my penthouse wit the family in venice
All these amateurs inadequate
Got the audacity to step to me
Even when I'm bored
I sit and make a song
I mastered my craft
The top where I belong, uh
I'm at the top of glory
So glorious
Ain't no other rapper come before me
I'm talking bout this new generation
Whatchamacallit
A lyrical, mumbling rapping nigga
Who think they better than us
But
Imma keep it real short and real simple
Shoutout to my guy, Tahir
Bringing these lyrics outta me

Written by:
Karim Whitfield

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