Fake Flex

[Verse 1]
Yeah you know I do how I can
I do it for the family, I do it for the fam'
They ask for so little but I know they just playin'
I just sit around wasting time on the 'gram

Trynna get the mula misguided
Thinkin' that my fam' in Cuba want eyeliner
And shoes and a faster
It’s true that they need those
They tell me: "I’m happy con los shoes con lo que hay, dang "
I need some aire
I thought I needed cash to satisfy me
And make 'em happy
And though I do need mula for surviving
No tengo duda that too much could fuck the mind then
I’m stuck with lots to do in my asylum

[Chorus]
All y’all fall with the checks, trynna fake flex
All y’all fall with the checks, trynna fake flex
Trynna come up to yo' home block
Like yo' shit is so so hot

All y’all fall with the checks, trynna fake flex
All y’all fall with the checks, trynna fake flex
Trynna come up to yo' home block
Like yo' shit is so so hot

[Verse 2]
So I'mma keep fighting
Keep grinding
Keep stylish acts
I'mma keep rhyming
Keep spitting facts
'Cause this shit y’all never heard
I ain’t talking bout jewels man, I’m talking bout self-worth
Yeah I’m talking 'bout honor I ain’t talking bout furs
My people gave me every single word on my verses
(Ever single, every single word)
They told me now it’s us versus this world full of serpents
They taught me everything from my prose to my purpose

[Chorus]
All y’all fall with the checks, trynna fake flex
All y’all fall with the checks, trynna fake flex
Trynna come up to yo' home block
Like yo' shit is so so hot

All y’all fall with the checks, trynna fake flex
All y’all fall with the checks, trynna fake flex

(You don’t need a lot but you can’t have too little)

[Verse 3]
I don’t need no new Bentley
Cersei, y’all gon witness my ascent
With no money it’s all spent
Can’t afford my own rent
Got a cent in my pocket
I forget what it feel like to feel important
Accordin' to the internet I am dormant
Shawty squeeze me up yeah like orange
No one else on my vibe
Yeah I change the fuck up when I fucking feel like
Can’t afford shit
My fake friends felt some type of way
They took my portion of porridge
And got the fuck up outta my kitchen
My mortgage too high to let y’all into my vision
I’m sordid I drink that’s how my lyrics get written
The orbits align and build the track to my opinions
Big bills
Big bills
All charges I can’t sit still
Barely even sleeping while I’m climbing uphill
Every motherfucking minute with my cap and my drill
Too much and you pop pills
Too little it just kills
The middle you judge others
Their whip or their mobiles
Like chill, a fiat worth too much paper
You’ll use the clutch now, worry about fam' later
Like ain’t ya suppose to go back from whence you came from
Put yo' money where your mouth is and choke on the flavor
You stranger
Too much and they all bother
Too little and you ashamed
The middle is just the spot where you wait for the damn train
Money building a craze
Got us running in circles
Our values hitting the pavement
Like maybe
Running running from problems
The commas will go away in
Stuntin' stuntin' I'm awesome
I wanna wanna more things man
This genre genre got drama drama
I’m gonna gonna trauma from this little game we fuckin' play, Shit
My family never asked for a single thing from me
Except love, considerate human nature shit
I’m grateful, yeah for what I got
I don’t need money to pretend to be what I’m not
I’m Jean

[Chorus]
All y’all fall with the checks, trynna fake flex
All y’all fall with the checks, trynna fake flex
Trynna come up to yo' home block
Like yo' shit is so so hot

All y’all fall with the checks, trynna fake flex
All y’all fall with the checks, trynna fake flex
Trynna come up to yo' home block
Like yo' shit is so so hot