VERSE 1
Rather have real hate than fake love. Fake hugs from a fake thug. Rappers gassed off of fake buzz, off of fake views, dogg I ain't dumb. I’m the guy behind the lines you take from. Without a cosign you a str8 bum. You won't shoot a nigga. You won’t fight a nigga. You the type to forget where you came from. And I made you nigga I ain’t trippen tho. Glad your bum ass finally getting dough. Wait til my foot finally in the do’. Ima kick that bitch to the flo’. Flow colder than a hookers heart on Figuero’. White boy rich fuck nigga dough. On top like a nigga been here befo’. Hotter than the summer and the winter cold. From a distance tho that’s where I gotta keep these industry cats. Hollywood but don’t know how to act. They reach for a hand shake stab me in the back. Tell me what part of the game is that? I don’t know my nigga, but that shit weak to me. Don’t look my way, don’t even address me, or speak to me

(CHORUS)
You can keep your fake love, fake love, fake love
I don’t want your fake hug, fake hug, fake hug
Fake smile from a fake thug, fake thug, fake thug
Your bitch on our nuts, We on our way up , way up, way up
You can keep your fake love, fake love, fake love. (4x)

Verse 2
I rather you to mean mug, than to fake smile in my face. Fuck shaking my hand, I rather you walk away. Can't even look a nigga in the eye, Can you tell me where your fucking loyalty lies, huh? Supposed to be right here with me, I was your homie. When you was down, now that you up you don’t know me? Fucking phony. No new friends, new friends will do you in. How can I pretend that niggas will be the same nigga in the end. As they started, you retarded, to put your trust in a artist. They job is to paint a picture and to sell it. And you bought it. I did once shame on you, I do it twice shame on me, Aw man you know the fucking slogan. who the fuck you think you fucking over. That’s something I get over, but I won't forget. You can keep your handshake and your hug you fucking bitch

(Chorus)