Fake Fans - The Underachievers.lrc

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[00:02.46]Produced by: Lex Luger
[00:03.38]
[00:11.84]Listen, listen, listen
[00:13.95]
[00:14.29]Everybody tryna get up on our shit
[00:16.70]Talking 'bout they're elevated, they don't know the half of it
[00:20.03]Tryna get up in our posse, we got rules like ******* Nazis
[00:23.45]Gotta pop a acid-hit and let it drip like A$AP Rocky, hold up
[00:27.09]Catch me in SOHO with my team we're riding 'dolo
[00:30.40]Hugging all my fans givings ends up to the hobos
[00:34.10]Walk around the store can't tell I'm high, you smell the dro though
[00:37.29]If you don't **** with the gang man you ain't gettin' any photos
[00:40.60]Let me stop it, all joints be rockets
[00:44.25] shit ain't nothing roll another, got a half O in my pocket
[00:47.64]I sweat the topic, they call me a prophet
[00:50.98]Making music, ******* third eye and the close their other sockets
[00:54.04]
[00:54.52]Spit this conscious shit and all these other rappers fronting
[00:57.77]'bout to **** the whole game up while I'm toking, it ain't nothing
[01:01.05]Be that indigo, you know, reppin' for that golden soul
[01:04.30]Gotta get in where you fit in, you ain't with it gotta go
[01:07.69]Can't **** with fake fans man, can't **** with fake fans man
[01:11.72]They said they bout it, they ain't bout it, they ain't with the plan
[01:15.18]Can't **** with fake fans man, can't **** with fake fans man
[01:18.56]I keep a ****ing closed circle, you ain't with the gang
[01:21.85]
[01:22.09]Back on the map, now your chick all over my aura
[01:24.74]She see the king seeking the ring but never get nothing for her
[01:27.84]Brought up where futures ain't promised, look at my life be astonished
[01:31.24]Dishin' out positive rays, receiving back the same thing
[01:34.72]A living lord of my land, you ****** novice, I know this
[01:38.35]Couldn't write a bar that I know, the UA the hardest you know this
[01:41.50]Uh, killa in the game, I ain't even gonna lie
[01:43.92]Never thought I'd be in it, told 'em it's gonna take time
[01:45.45]But of course they repent it, cause I coast through the limits
[01:47.17]Know the torch, spit the venom, now we large and we living - Uh
[01:48.84]Guided by the light, shine the dark away
[01:50.19]Oh, you never earn a penny, live the harder way
[01:52.00]Your heart's intention be what your cards display
[01:53.87]So spread love that's the godly way, got more drugs than a pharmacy
[01:55.77]Uh, that's your main squeeze in the lingerie
[01:58.14]She on her knee's like she trying to pray
[01:59.49]Embracing the D in all kinda ways
[02:00.61]So spirit-free is what I'm tryna say, **********
[02:02.91]shit, I ain't gonna lie
[02:04.35]Went to school until I grew up, thought the limit was the sky
[02:05.85]Now I'm winning with the moon and killing liquid based lies
[02:07.26]Spreading knowledge like a tutor, doofus, screw waiting in line
[02:08.80]Let the Sour D fill my lungs
[02:10.44]Gold fangs hangin' over my gums
[02:12.36]We Flatbush bruh, can't stop us, just watch this
[02:14.49]And let the legends grow and become, uh
[02:15.92]
[02:16.49]Spit this conscious shit and all these other rappers fronting
[02:19.29]'bout to **** the whole game up while I'm toking, it ain't nothing
[02:22.63]Be that indigo, you know, reppin' for that golden soul
[02:25.99]Gotta get in where you fit in, you ain't with it gotta go
[02:29.44]Can't **** with fake fans man, can't **** with fake fans man
[02:33.25]They said they bout it, they ain't bout it, they ain't with the plan
[02:36.72]Can't **** with fake fans man, can't **** with fake fans man
[02:40.20]I keep a ****ing closed circle, you ain't with the gang
[02:48.42]
文本歌词
Produced by: Lex Luger

Listen, listen, listen

Everybody tryna get up on our shit
Talking 'bout they're elevated, they don't know the half of it
Tryna get up in our posse, we got rules like ******* Nazis
Gotta pop a acid-hit and let it drip like A$AP Rocky, hold up
Catch me in SOHO with my team we're riding 'dolo
Hugging all my fans givings ends up to the hobos
Walk around the store can't tell I'm high, you smell the dro though
If you don't **** with the gang man you ain't gettin' any photos
Let me stop it, all joints be rockets
shit ain't nothing roll another, got a half O in my pocket
I sweat the topic, they call me a prophet
Making music, ******* third eye and the close their other sockets

Spit this conscious shit and all these other rappers fronting
'bout to **** the whole game up while I'm toking, it ain't nothing
Be that indigo, you know, reppin' for that golden soul
Gotta get in where you fit in, you ain't with it gotta go
Can't **** with fake fans man, can't **** with fake fans man
They said they bout it, they ain't bout it, they ain't with the plan
Can't **** with fake fans man, can't **** with fake fans man
I keep a ****ing closed circle, you ain't with the gang

Back on the map, now your chick all over my aura
She see the king seeking the ring but never get nothing for her
Brought up where futures ain't promised, look at my life be astonished
Dishin' out positive rays, receiving back the same thing
A living lord of my land, you ****** novice, I know this
Couldn't write a bar that I know, the UA the hardest you know this
Uh, killa in the game, I ain't even gonna lie
Never thought I'd be in it, told 'em it's gonna take time
But of course they repent it, cause I coast through the limits
Know the torch, spit the venom, now we large and we living - Uh
Guided by the light, shine the dark away
Oh, you never earn a penny, live the harder way
Your heart's intention be what your cards display
So spread love that's the godly way, got more drugs than a pharmacy
Uh, that's your main squeeze in the lingerie
She on her knee's like she trying to pray
Embracing the D in all kinda ways
So spirit-free is what I'm tryna say, **********
shit, I ain't gonna lie
Went to school until I grew up, thought the limit was the sky
Now I'm winning with the moon and killing liquid based lies
Spreading knowledge like a tutor, doofus, screw waiting in line
Let the Sour D fill my lungs
Gold fangs hangin' over my gums
We Flatbush bruh, can't stop us, just watch this
And let the legends grow and become, uh

Spit this conscious shit and all these other rappers fronting
'bout to **** the whole game up while I'm toking, it ain't nothing
Be that indigo, you know, reppin' for that golden soul
Gotta get in where you fit in, you ain't with it gotta go
Can't **** with fake fans man, can't **** with fake fans man
They said they bout it, they ain't bout it, they ain't with the plan
Can't **** with fake fans man, can't **** with fake fans man
I keep a ****ing closed circle, you ain't with the gang