SHOUT OUT

Verse 1:
These days niggas ain't real, they lookin for niggas too driped, too trill
Fuck the fakes, i got so much to do, by my lonely, for real, for real
Too driped, too stylish on my fuckin' verses, man, the tavaday family suffer from it
I rap like a star on my bars, nigga, dont compare me to these fake shit
My flow's the bestest, the finest, I used to tell to these fake shits that i'm the bestest
Profits got me husslin, these crappy monkeys wanna copy I pray god that they nevеr withdraw money
All I can see in the mirror, are lights and a drеamer, a winner, in a mission, to make profits and beat the rap opps man

Hook:
Tryna  make a vibe and these fakies hatin'
Gotta kill their vibes cause i've so much blessings
Dont call me your bro, if you never be my real one from the day one
Fuck the hate, fuck the fake  Shoutout to them real niggas

Verse2:
These days i gotta stay down, cause of ennemies evil eyes man that they givin' everytime
I have very important bizes, i dont want them haters to spoil them
My favorite days are when i rap at night man, cause i used to freestyle on  heavy  beats man
I was looking for remote works, and the corona  give me this opportunity
Fuck the frenchies, they still suckin on my cock boss, for a dollar, and you already know it
I like what I rap cause I tell true facts, none of these fakes will appreciate it  cause they involved

Hook:
Tryna  make a vibe and these fakies hatin'
Gotta kill their vibes cause i've so much blessings
Dont call me your bro, if you never be my real one from the day one
Fuck the hate, fuck the fake  Shoutout to them real niggas