Fake Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

We still at it mane 

Ain't never lost a step 

Take some of the low end out of my voice 

Put some delay on there 

Make your money don't let it make you 

I learned that if you work hard it's funny where it'll take you 

Probably roll you one up and bake you 

I'm constantly on my job to see what's on my plate 

Did it all without getting thank you I'm holding rank, rollin' dank 

Porsche Carrera, 9/11, rollerskatin' see the city through my drapes 

Salt water tank 

Smoke good weed to compliment my brain, ripped jeans to compliment my J's 

I grind weed to put it in a j, on magazines and that center stage 

What you make in a year I'm get in a day 

Drink my fears away, work hard so I blew all my peers away 

I'm smokin' strong to clear my brain, thankin' God I'm here today 

Just long as my niggas safe, and all of my business straight 

I'mma be able to move, cop some land and renovate 

Plus I'm about to have a son, so I have to demonstrate 

How to always stay real when the world giving you fake, fake, fake, fake, fake 

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When the world giving you fake, fake, fake, fake, fake 

'Cause it ain't 'bout having a lot, it's 'bout you having some 

'Cause you could have it all but you still feel like you got none 

When the world giving you fake, fake, fake, fake, fake 

When the world giving you fake it ain't hard to stay real 

Niggas say they gon' run up on you believe they will 

I'm from Pittsburgh where they kill and they deal 

Young niggas itchin' to pop a nigga like a pain pill 

Don't even mention the homicide outside it's way real 

Some of my niggas is dead, in jail, or tryna' make bail 

Young nigga listen told him stay out the streets he chill 

Got a little older keep saying he won't, he will 

Got shot a lil' bit ago now it's poppin' when I see him I just talk to him 

Roll some weed up tell him 'bout shit that he don't wanna be 

What can happen to the act if he don't wanna clean 

The life he live the consequences he don't wanna see 

The game's over, rich icon, chain smoker 

The watch face cold, like it was playin' poker 

Pot grower, party not-goer 

Always not sober, shades on my face when the world's giving you fake, fake, fake, fake, fake 

When the world's giving you fake, fake, fake, fake, fake 

'Cause it ain't 'bout having a lot, it's 'bout you having some 

'Cause you could have it all but feel like you got none 

When the world's giving you fake, fake, fake, fake, fake 

When the world's giving you fake 

Ya man 

There's a lot of fake shit that the world got to offer 

Fake niggas, fake jewerly, fake weed, fake friends 

Fake cars, fake clothes 

Don't buy into the bullshit 

Know yourself first 

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