Too used to the fakin

[Intro]
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[Verse]
You been tryna upset a trooper
You got two years to the feckin'
Hundred thousand dollars, everyday it's what I'm makin'
Diamonds, money, ride that pop, play, smile, blessin'
Not about the bread, but just the opps, pop real Xans
You ain't fooling nobody, lil' boy, we know them fake bands
Prada on my glasses and gray suits, I'm flexing Ray-Bans
Double crushes whip, but damn, he don't even got insurance
Why the cash, he try to give me green notes, I told him, give me blue ones
Up designer, got designer vision, who let me know who it was? Who let me know who it was?
Who let me know who it was?
I didn't have a choice, trappin' I don't fuss
Trappin' is a blessing, man, it's trappin' is a chore
When I couldn't make no money, man, I was knockin' at the doors Didn't wanna shit my head, let me in, thought I'm from the source Not a sport, I got suicide, those liars, yeah, of course
It's VJs, by the truth, I've been proud of all my dudes
I'm so proud of all my dudes
I'm so Prada what we do
To my bitch that I'll elude
All my dollars paid in full
Presents dollars, colorful
My pockets full, my wallet full
You can copy what I do
You can do it how I do