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No Fake, Pt. 2 Video (MV)




Performed By: Andy Bucket$
Language: English
Length: 1:58
Written by: Andy Garcia




Andy Bucket$ - No Fake, Pt. 2 Lyrics




I don't f*ck with no fake niggas
Keep ya eyes open
Better watch for them snake niggas
Closest nigga to you Just gon sell you for some cake nigga
I be on my own
And my name is my name nigga

Don't care who you are!
I don't care who you bodied
Did this on my own
Ain't get help from nobody
This is just my life no this not a hobby
I be in the spot , Got ya girl on my body

It's like everyday someone getting locked for some shit
Not even safe to talk or chill on ya block and sit
That's why I'm in the studio making popping shit
So I don't gotta grab a toolie bro and start popping shit
I'm just glad I'm the man I became to be
I know where I came from
You See the pain in me
These niggas envy Because I'm what they will never be
I know my grandpa be laughing watching over me
A few thousand in ya wallet
Will have you feeling like the man
I really live this music shit
Papi you wouldn't understand
Need to cop my moms a crib
After that I'll cop the lamb
Gelato all up in my blunt
It Make me feel like Peter Pan
I said I keep my eyes open
Pockets stay swollen
Hard work is a thing
Ain't no luck nor fortune
So much drip on me
Make this niggas wanna forfeit
I be outside nigga chilling really posted like
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I don't f*ck with no fake niggas
Keep ya eyes open
Better watch for them snake niggas
Closest nigga to you Just gon sell you for some cake nigga
I be on my own
And my name is my name nigga

Don't care who you are!
I don't care who you bodied
Did this on my own
Ain't get help from nobody
This is just my life no this not a hobby
I be in the spot , Got ya girl on my body

It's like everyday someone getting locked for some shit
Not even safe to talk or chill on ya block and sit
That's why I'm in the studio making popping shit
So I don't gotta grab a toolie bro and start popping shit
I'm just glad I'm the man I became to be
I know where I came from
You See the pain in me
These niggas envy Because I'm what they will never be
I know my grandpa be laughing watching over me
A few thousand in ya wallet
Will have you feeling like the man
I really live this music shit
Papi you wouldn't understand
Need to cop my moms a crib
After that I'll cop the lamb
Gelato all up in my blunt
It Make me feel like Peter Pan
I said I keep my eyes open
Pockets stay swollen
Hard work is a thing
Ain't no luck nor fortune
So much drip on me
Make this niggas wanna forfeit
I be outside nigga chilling really posted like
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Writer: Andy Garcia
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