F.a.k.e. Lyrics - Singles - Destorm

[Intro: DeStorm] 

So I was trying to come up with an acronym for F.A.K.E. 

Cause that's half these motherfuckers out here 

And I swear they be False Advertising, Killing Expectations 

They false advertising, killing expectations 

[Hook: DeStorm] 

Nigga I ain't perfect, but nobody's perfect 

So all these lies you telling, it ain't worth it 

Tell me why you false advertising, killing expectations 

False advertising, killing expectations 

You're so fake, so fake 

Why you so fake? Why you so fake 

I caught you slipping 

False advertising, killing expectations 

You false advertising, killing expectations 

So fake 

[Verse 1: DeStorm] 

I see you got so many followers on Instagram 

Thirteen likes, that's an insta-scam 

Two to three comments on your mentions, ma'am 

Retire girl, get a better pension plan 

That bell won't save you, Kapowski 

Go and tell 'em that bag from Canal Street 

Those fake red bottoms you got 'em in the alley 

Really? Louboutons on a four-figure salary? 

Facebook frontin' like you winning out in Cali 

But your bills being paid by some nigga in the valley 

Driving his Coupe, he put you through school 

Now you owe him head, you ain't on Sally Mae 

I'll talk 'bout these dudes, though 

All the shit you say ain't true, yo 

You say you had a table at the supper club 

With the ballers kickin' like judo 

Lies, lies, all of these lies, Pinocchio, all of these guys 

Swear you on your grind on the music biz 

Telling every bitch you got a movie script 

And that truck ain't yours, it's a rental 

Fucked up teeth, nigga, focus on your dental (damn) 

When shorty find out cause she's sure to find out 

You ain't got no words like a fuckin' instrumental 

These men are just fake, these women are fake 

Even your pastor and minister's fake 

We're all insecure, I don't care what you say 

Every nigga need a boost (energy shake) 

And I ain't gon' front like I don't lie 

Got 20 pairs of J's, four fly new rides 

Clipping that shit that wasn't in the budget 

But I'mma say "fuck it" 'till I kick the bucket 

[Hook] 

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli] 

Why you lying to the people? 

Severe lack of trust like you eyeing for the peep hole 

Thought you was bubbling like Liko 

Living by the G code, really you informer like Deep Throat 

Steady telling on yourself, you in trouble with police 

Cause your whole time lying like a peep show 

Now you're ma'fuckin' ass out 

Get Deboed by the government with the repo 

Your fake tales from the state pen 

Have all been revealed now your publicist preparing a statement 

Fuck this, we ain't hearing your case 

Can you stare in the face of the death that you're chasing 

That's like the emperor with no clothes 

These hoes get exposed like the asshole naked 

I gotta do some praying, hate is what's left 

In the place when trust gets taken 

Dedication, real recognize real and I know it on a first name basis 

Man, your shit is Fugazi 

If truth is place I'm a native like a reservation 

Niggas swear they got beef like a butcher with blood on an apron 

But they're faker than veggie bacon with they Miss Cleo accent 

"Call me now," you're a blood clot, you're faking 

I ain't perfect, just working nonstop with no vacation 

Feeling like a prisoner with no visitation 

Angel in one ear, the other ear hearing the whispers of Satan 

I'm impatient, so I'm taking it now, no waiting 

Fuck false advertising, killing expectations, hey! 

[Hook]