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点击复制Fake Fans - Skitzo/Hi-Rez
Composed by：Chase Allen Halverson
So far in reach
Uh
Let's begin where I first started rapping
You said I was s**t even though it was my passion
And I said that the bars I spit will develop a talent
So now to prove you wrong I got my others name tatted
I'm on my full arm it's your wrong
Ya more wrong than more wrongs
I better be spitted and entered the rhythm
And never admitted that you're gone
You're all my last nerve I got left
And I'ma 'bout to let it go
Explode flows for the stress
Uh uh
So what you really gotta say to me
I've never seen the light
And my dreams are purely make belief
Take the peak and up the hate
To try to get away from me
But this is not the time or place
To try to make a say for tree
Yeah
'Cuz I'ma devil while you just a demon
If you think you are my devil then you must be dreaming
'Cuz I'm filling I'm selling all the records
Always bust and leave and
Seeing that I could never trust a soul
Unless it wasn't breathing
Mind staking on the racks like a cake pan
B***hes acting shady like they wear a pair of 8 bands
They say they love it but they always gotta hate man
Yo that's the f**king definition of a fake fan
Of a fake fan
Of a
Of a
Fake fan
Yo that's the f**king definition of a fake fan
Of a fake fan
Of a
Of a
Fake fan
Yo that's the f**king definition of a fake fan
Aw Skitzo let's be honest
It' s clear that I'ma better you
Then how come in a year
Your career never ever grew
Calling me a dick
Saying I changed 'cause I don't message you
Then telling all your friends that
I'ma faker who wants a revenue
But it wasn't true
I just focus on fame
And now that I got the fame
They wanna open for change
Yo that's ironic
'Cause they prayed that I wouldn't get paid
The same lane f**king all us who gonna target my name
They saying
Hey what's up bro we killing on the track
And if you like the product
You can spill it to your fans
I'm an up and coming artist
And I thought I'd give a chance
But little do they know
I heard them talk behind my back
And that's a fact
'Cause I ain't f**king with another snake
Labels hit me up 'cause
I can double what the others make
But I turned them down
'Cause I work for what the others say
F**k the bait
I can make the money on another day
Mind staking on the racks like a cake pan
B***hes acting shady like they wear a pair of 8 bands
They say they love it but they always gotta hate man
Yo that's the f**king definition of a fake fan
Of a fake fan
Of a
Of a
Fake fan
Yo that's the f**king definition of a fake fan
Of a fake fan
Of a
Of a
Fake fan
Yo that's the f**king definition of a fake fan
They all hating with the gay fans
Promoters paying me in advance
I've been bending over backwards
For these motherf**kers I go brake dance
Every single day I take chances
I don't brake bread with no fake friends
Swear to god I work so hard
Everything I ever earned not to have it
I've been drinking I've been overthinking
Teacher said I wasn't s**t
I guess he pay me now
I'm making money
So this s**t is funny
Now I'm gotta bust
So I'm getting uddies
Go hard till I stop breathing
Tryna kick me out da game I'm not leaving
It's my turn
It's my season
I'm killing s**t I don't need a reason
Rest