SHAME lyrics

by

Troy Ave


CHORUS:
Awh Man
These n*ggas
Ain't nothing
But some suckas
And some fake
Real n*ggas
And its a Shame

Awh Man
These b*tches
Ain't nothing
But some lying
Ass hoes
That im fukin
And its a Shame

They Talkin Fly
THey GLorify
But I Know its Lies
Keep that bullsh*t from round me
They Talkin Fly
THey Glorify
But I Know its Lies
Keep that bullsh*t from round me
VERSE 1:
I wake up
Get dressed
Put my gun on
But no vest
Grind time
Rolex
Paper chase
On your mark set
Real n*gga
More or less
Deal giver
I got blow for less
Since hilfiger
I've been photo fresh
Be your self
Who u tryna impress
If the world was sucka free
It would just be me
Me and my n*ggas
With a couple choice b*tches
Who jus f*ck
And mind they bizness
No pretenders
Living wit us
Time is money
Talk is cheap
And so if life
And i can make you an expense
So watch your feet
Around my toes
I hit the road
To success
And ain't no breaks
Jus my flow
Trunk full of blow
They both mean doe
Thats mine for the take
Ima be great
Thats not for debate
You gon be fake
With a heart full of hate
When u seeing my face
You seeing my pace
Real n*gga sh*t
U can't relate
CHORUS:
Awh Man
These n*ggas
Ain't nothing
But some suckas
And some fake
Real n*ggas
And its a Shame

Awh Man
These b*tches
Ain't nothing
But some lying
Ass hoes
That im fukin
And its a Shame

They Talkin Fly
THey GLorify
But I Know its Lies
Keep that bullsh*t from round me
They Talkin Fly
THey Glorify
But I Know its Lies
Keep that bullsh*t from round me
VERSE 2:
You got these fake ass
Fake tits
Fake bag
On a fake b*tch
Fake swag
Tryna play rich
Sharing bed rooms
With they're bro or sis
Talkin to me like i dont know
Philippes what
You a wing ho
Popeyes
Kennedys
I am not these n*ggas in the industry
If the world was sucka free
It would be me and all my b*tches
Can't forget my real n*ggas
Gettin money
Doing bizness
No pretenders
Living with us
Time is money
I dont sleep
Life is cheap
And i will make you an expense
So watch your feet
Around my high top air force 1's
Fake n*ggas jus force guns
To they head chest
Thats man down
BROOKLYN know i dont f*ck around
When you outta town be humble
Every hood got its own jungle
Underestimates
Be for the fakes
While the real relate
To what guns do
Work!

Chorus:Awh Man
These n*ggas
Ain't nothing
But some suckas
And some fake
Real n*ggas
And its a Shame

Awh Man
These b*tches
Ain't nothing
But some lying
Ass hoes
That im fukin
And its a Shame

They Talkin Fly
THey GLorify
But I Know its Lies
Keep that bullsh*t from round me
They Talkin Fly
THey Glorify
But I Know its Lies
Keep that bullsh*t from round me
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