Fake 2020

Crazy city 2020’s fake
& i ain’t seen it just invest my wage
I can’t phone the plug & if i do there’d be a lot to say.

I was dreaming bout a cheque , got restricted by the feds , all now we running reds , i know the undies got my reg & now i need another whip , how i’m stressed about a bitch , now it’s flama on the block we putting candy on the strip , it’s got me smoking through these zeds , i was always on the bench but my wrist forever wet & i ain’t seen him in sec , see my brodie needs the drop, so when calls you gotta step , i ain’t even seen the plot i know this year it’s been a mess.

Chorus x2:
I was up and down the crazy city 2020s fake how we making bread and i ain’t seen it just invest my wage.
I gotta wait, food just dropped another day, i can’t phone the plug and if i do there’d be a lot to say

Verse:
Whole lot of cuban on my wrist i know i need this profit, can’t trust him with my jewels i know this n**** lost it, my own cuzzy got the treatment when them pussies robbed him so if you’re ever on my strip we provoking problems
I can’t help a n**** he can’t help himself
All we ever do is talk this money bring a spliff aswell
You was up and fell i just heard another tale cos we made it back and i ain’t stressing we just buy and sell
I’m just up and down tryna get this belly round i can’t ever stop because my marj would know i let her down
I can’t even answer calls or hear another sound

It’s we make a change and i can’t know these snitches i be sleeping with a frame because my brodie missing
I hope you know this pain because my bros evicted
He gon do a bird because they know the system

Chrous x2:

I was up and down the crazy city 2020s fake how we making bread and i ain’t seen it just invest my wage.
I gotta wait, food just dropped another day, i can’t phone the plug and if i do there’d be a lot to say

All now it’s been slow, no excuse i gotta get , all now we stacking papers in the mattress of my bed and i been waiting for this snow cold summers on my head
Cold summers on my head
Cold summers on my head
All now it’s been slow
No excuse i gotta get
All now we stacking papers in the mattress of my bed
I been waiting for this snow
Cold summers on my head