[Verse 1]
What you should do is take a bullet to the brain
You be sellin all of dat fake candy caine
Dat fake candy caine,
Dat don't go to ya brain,
You're (F'in) up the game,
And I ain't gettin' paid,
Too many dumb (A) (N's) fallin' for yo scheme,
I'm just tryna buy a brand new 50 inch flat screen,
You're the kinda guy who calls grape soda lean,
And drinks Sprite but doesn't add promethazine,
But you're still tryna act all tough and mean,
Next time I see ya I'ma pull out tha red beam,
[Hook x4]
I'm tired of these Fake Dealers
Fake Stealers, Fake Killers,
I'm tired of these Fake Dealers
Fake Stealers, Fake Killers,
I'm tired of these Fake Dealers
Fake Stealers, Fake Killers,
I'm tired of these Fake Dealers
Fake Stealers, Fake Killers,
[Verse 2]
I'm finna leave my house & I'm packin' a British
Within a matter of minutes yo body will diminish,
I know you wanna win but you know I will finish,
Yo life, Yo life, You know I'm 'bout to end it,
On the way I'm smokin' weed wit crack mixed wit it,
When I blow ya brains out you will no longer be witted,
I pull up at where you're posted at and shots firin',
Blood spillin' everywhere man, & I hear baby's cryin'
I run, duck, & hide 'cause I just heard a cop siren,
We both layin' on the ground cause both of us dyin'
I say "Aw (F) it let me shoot 'em in tha head",
Then I shoot 'em in the head, BANG!, Now he's dead,
[Hook x4]
I'm tired of these Fake Dealers
Fake Stealers, Fake Killers,
I'm tired of these Fake Dealers
Fake Stealers, Fake Killers,
I'm tired of these Fake Dealers
Fake Stealers, Fake Killers,
I'm tired of these Fake Dealers
Fake Stealers, Fake Killers,
Yung Blood...
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