ฟังเพลงFake Names (Explicit)

作曲 : Freddie Gibbs/Otis Jackson/Leon Sylvers

作词 : Freddie Gibbs/Otis Jackson/Leon Sylvers

Uh

Yeah,

Yeah yeah

Mic check check check

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Survival of the fittest, my *****(Check, check, check)

I need a check, check, check

*****, uh, yeah, uh

S**t's so real, gotta use fake names

Every time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain (My brain)

Erica said I never changed (Never changed)

Lifestyles of the insane

You was like a brother to me, no other to me

Swear I would trade my life for yours,

I knew you was ******* with me

Found out some ****** ****** your wife

And we put them b*****s to sleep

Ain't going to say your government,

I'ma call him by Ricky G

Now Ricky G, he had a cousin named Yella with bricks of yola

Had a Mexican that came 'cross the border to Arizona

They was getting s**t for seventeen

Tossin' s**t to me for twenty-eight

***** go for thirty-one, I barely ate

Seen them ****** frown

When I started breaking that s**t down

Said I need more time with them chickens,

I'm out here making rounds

Jealous ****** want they twenty-eight up front now

I bought all the damn clientele, we could have ran the town

But **** it, you cut the price, then I fly to Phoenix

Said if you ain't copping like twenty,

Then, c********r, beat it

They put Yella Boy on the evening news

Devil on my shoulder said, "**** friends 'cause cash rules"

S**t's so real, gotta use fake names

Every time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain, uh

Christina said I never changed (Never changed)

Lifestyles of the insane

I done walked through hell in these size 12's

Speak it from my own mouth before I let the time tell

Dream team legal, I never take an L

Courtroom, funeral fresh, Givenchy my lapel

Pouring up, foreigned up, three bricks, I'm a hundred up

Jack a *****, blow his pack,

That's how you **** the summer up

**** it up, bottled up, your hoes **** for followers

Finessers, carries, tiger lilies,

*****, I'm super modeled up

Well pimp that

My hoes twist it fat,

She roll ten Backwoods out the zip, yeah

Pasadena, Reno, came to Vegas, it was lit, yeah

Crystal Lynn came all the way to Denver for the ****, yeah

Had to cancel my Miami trip, that ***** was sick, yeah

Put me on, always put me on

Then labor sixteen hours, need to put me on

Drop a zone, **** ain't locking up,

This s**t done took too long

Shout out to BO and Charlie Mack, man, bring them ****** home

Most my dawgs got life in jail from conversations on the phone

I bought my first mansion,

Told my mama leave that **** alone Forget that

Used to get ten bricks Dominicano off the lip, yeah

Put that on my nephew Luciano, we the s**t, yeah (Luci)

*****, I put your ***** in the mail, I need to see it, yeah

Abby used to follow me on tour, that s**t was lit, yeah

Put me on, Freddie, put me on (She was like)

Put me on, Otis, put me on

I used to love that ***** though

Yeah, Kane

Yeah, yeah, remain

Yeah, yeah, put me on, put me on

Put me on, Amber, put me on

Put me on, Nina, put me on, uh, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Hahaha, hello

All my ******, man, they ready

It is time once again for the tumors and worker

Madlib the Beat Konducta, straight from California

So light the ************* **** up *****

Turn the sound up, let us go

And as usual, no **** boys

Real ****** only