(feat. Chiddy Bang)
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[Verse 1: Big Sean]
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They say I'm too fake, fuck it I'm paid
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I can't even find it, empty spot inside my safe
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I got carnies on my eyes, Louis on my case
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Lobster, shrimp, and calimari right here chilling on my plate
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They say I'm too fake, fuck it I'm paid
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I can't even find it, empty spot inside my safe
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I got carnies on my eyes, Louis on my case
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Lobster, shrimp, and calimari right here chilling on my plate
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They tell me I'm on time, even when I'm late
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Even if it's a lie they say everything is great
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I'm grabbin' the fattest asses, just to see 'em shake
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I swear I'm too real to be, I'm too real to be livin' so fake
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[Chorus: hockey sample]
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Look out!
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Cause I'm just too fake for the world
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I know it's just a game to me
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I'm just too fake you see
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I wish I didn't have to be but watch out
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I got too much soul for the world
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It's breaking my heart in two
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I got too much soul for you
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I don't like it but it's true
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[Verse 2: Big Sean]
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Yeah I know Sean, I swear that nigga ain't shit
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Known him for forever and he ain't on the same shit
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It breaks my heart when all the kids be yelling "You the mayne, Big"
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He ain't no hometown hero, he on that LeBron James shit
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Man I tell him suck my dick then choke on a nut
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Cause when they see me it's oh Big was on
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Man for the team, man, fam, or regime
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Might knock down any door, open it up
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Got old and now you startin' actin' different huh?
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No really I wasn't fuckin' with you from the beginnin' bruh
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Here we are, here we go, my circle tighter than a Cheerio
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People want a handle like silver spoons
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People want a handle like here you go
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Man, the realest nigga I know is inside the mirror bro
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And these fools be trippin' like a suitcase, a shoelace
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They too fake, and I'm too real, yeah, boy
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[Chorus: hockey sample]
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Look out!
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Cause I'm just too fake for the world
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I know it's just a game to me
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I'm just too fake you see
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I wish I didn't have to be but watch out
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I got too much soul for the world
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It's breaking my heart in two
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I got too much soul for you
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I don't like it but it's true
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Uh, I got too much soul for you, yeah
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[Verse 3: Chiddy]
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Fake it til you make it
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What happens when you do?
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Friends turn to strangers, so I'm a stranger, too
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They want this or that
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Boy gotta hustle like a flip or pack
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Yeah go a nigga like get a scratch
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When I hit the booth I came up with a sick attack
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Oh yes, feelin' so strong we about to take the game like Conquest
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Wish we fail, but they check pre-sales, and a hater gets proven wrong, yes
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They just bantering, cause I'm not answering
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Married to the music so I never give a hand a ring
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But Chiddy jigga with these girls we be on the necks
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And they get mad cause we really don't respond to text
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Yeah, they say I, may be just on the shady side
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Maybe I, grow so much and I smoke so much got a lazy eye
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Yeah I'm too gone, this the new shit to get loose on
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The boy Chiddy and Sean on a new song
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If you ain't with it, tell me what the fuck you on
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I said I in heads, made it off of Big chance
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Yeah and still the game can make you fake like implant
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I quit
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[Chorus: hockey sample]
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Look out!
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Cause I'm just too fake for the world
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I know it's just a game to me
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I'm just too fake you see
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I wish I didn't have to be but watch out
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I got too much soul for the world
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It's breaking my heart in two
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I got too much soul for you
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I don't like it but it's true
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Too Fake
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Big Sean |