Destorm, Talib Kweli - F.A.K.E. lyrics
[Destorm, Talib Kweli - F.A.K.E. lyrics]
So I was trying to come up
With an acronym for FAKE
Cause that's half these
Motherfuckers out here
And I swear they be False Advertising
Killing Expectations
They false advertising, killing expectations
Nigga I ain't perfect, but nobody's perfect
So all these lies you telling
It ain't worth it
Tell me why you false advertising
Killing expectations
False advertising, killing expectations
You're so fake, so fake
Why you so fake? Why you so fake
I caught you slipping
False advertising, killing expectations
You false advertising, killing expectations
So fake
I see you got so many followers on Instagram
Thirteen likes, that’s an insta-scam
Two to three comments on your mentions, ma'am
Retire girl, get a better pension plan
That bell won’t save you, Kapowski
Go and tell 'em that bag from Canal Street
Those fake red bottoms you got
'em in the alley
Really? Louboutons on a four-figure salary?
Facebook frontin' like you winning
Out in Cali but, your bills being paid by
Some nigga in the valley
Driving his Coupe, he put you through school
Now you owe him head, you ain’t on Sally Mae
I talk 'bout these dudes, though
All the shit you say ain’t true, yo
You say you had a table at the supper club
With the ballers kickin' like judo
Lies, lies, all of these lies, Pinocchio
All of these guys
Swear you on your grind on the music biz
Telling every bitch you got a movie script
And that truck ain’t yours, it’s a rental
Fucked up teeth, nigga, focus on your dental
(damn) when shorty find out cause she's
Sure to find out you ain’t got no words
Like a fuckin' instrumental
These men are just fake, these women are fake
Even your pastor and minister’s fake
We're all insecure, I don’t care what you say
Every nigga need a boost (energy shake)
And I ain’t gon' front like I don’t lie
Got 20 pairs of J's, four fly new rides
Coppin that shit that wasn’t in the budget
But, I’mma say "fuck it" 'till
I kick the bucket
Why you lying to the people?
Severe lack of trust like you
Eyeing through the peep hole
Thought you was bubbling like Liko
Living by the G code
Really you informer like Deep Throat
Steady telling on yourself
You in trouble with police
Cause your whole time lying like a peep show
Now you're ma'fuckin' ass out
Get Deboed by the government with the repo
Your fake tales from the state pen
Have all been revealed now your
Publicist preparing a statement
Fuck this, we ain’t hearing your case
Can you stare in the face of
The death that you’re chasing
That’s like the emperor with no clothes
These hoes get exposed like the asshole naked
I gotta do some praying, hate is what’s left
In the place when trust gets taken
Dedication, real recognize real and I know
It on a first name basis
Man, your shit is Fugazi
If truth is place I’m a
Native like a reservation
Niggas swear they got beef like a
Butcher with blood on an apron
But they're faker than veggie bacon
With they Miss Cleo accent
"Call me now, " you're a blood clot
You're faking i ain’t perfect
Just working nonstop with no vacation
Feeling like a prisoner with no visitation
Angel in one ear
The other ear hearing the whispers of Satan
I’m impatient, so I’m taking it now
No waiting
Fuck false advertising, killing expectations
Hey!
With an acronym for FAKE
Cause that's half these
Motherfuckers out here
And I swear they be False Advertising
Killing Expectations
They false advertising, killing expectations
Nigga I ain't perfect, but nobody's perfect
So all these lies you telling
It ain't worth it
Tell me why you false advertising
Killing expectations
False advertising, killing expectations
You're so fake, so fake
Why you so fake? Why you so fake
I caught you slipping
False advertising, killing expectations
You false advertising, killing expectations
So fake
I see you got so many followers on Instagram
Thirteen likes, that’s an insta-scam
Two to three comments on your mentions, ma'am
Retire girl, get a better pension plan
That bell won’t save you, Kapowski
Go and tell 'em that bag from Canal Street
Those fake red bottoms you got
'em in the alley
Really? Louboutons on a four-figure salary?
Facebook frontin' like you winning
Out in Cali but, your bills being paid by
Some nigga in the valley
Driving his Coupe, he put you through school
Now you owe him head, you ain’t on Sally Mae
I talk 'bout these dudes, though
All the shit you say ain’t true, yo
You say you had a table at the supper club
With the ballers kickin' like judo
Lies, lies, all of these lies, Pinocchio
All of these guys
Swear you on your grind on the music biz
Telling every bitch you got a movie script
And that truck ain’t yours, it’s a rental
Fucked up teeth, nigga, focus on your dental
(damn) when shorty find out cause she's
Sure to find out you ain’t got no words
Like a fuckin' instrumental
These men are just fake, these women are fake
Even your pastor and minister’s fake
We're all insecure, I don’t care what you say
Every nigga need a boost (energy shake)
And I ain’t gon' front like I don’t lie
Got 20 pairs of J's, four fly new rides
Coppin that shit that wasn’t in the budget
But, I’mma say "fuck it" 'till
I kick the bucket
Why you lying to the people?
Severe lack of trust like you
Eyeing through the peep hole
Thought you was bubbling like Liko
Living by the G code
Really you informer like Deep Throat
Steady telling on yourself
You in trouble with police
Cause your whole time lying like a peep show
Now you're ma'fuckin' ass out
Get Deboed by the government with the repo
Your fake tales from the state pen
Have all been revealed now your
Publicist preparing a statement
Fuck this, we ain’t hearing your case
Can you stare in the face of
The death that you’re chasing
That’s like the emperor with no clothes
These hoes get exposed like the asshole naked
I gotta do some praying, hate is what’s left
In the place when trust gets taken
Dedication, real recognize real and I know
It on a first name basis
Man, your shit is Fugazi
If truth is place I’m a
Native like a reservation
Niggas swear they got beef like a
Butcher with blood on an apron
But they're faker than veggie bacon
With they Miss Cleo accent
"Call me now, " you're a blood clot
You're faking i ain’t perfect
Just working nonstop with no vacation
Feeling like a prisoner with no visitation
Angel in one ear
The other ear hearing the whispers of Satan
I’m impatient, so I’m taking it now
No waiting
Fuck false advertising, killing expectations
Hey!