Facade lyrics

[Chorus]
Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod
I can tell he wanna be me, but he trying too hard
Speaking on my name, I can tell he ain't smart
Don't nobody even trip, they know it's all a façade
Say he stepper, but he act like them broads
Say he a spinner, so we hit up them cars
Can't wait to catch 'em, I'ma rip 'em apart
Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod

[Verse 1]
You supposed to be my dawg, then why the f*ck you speaking on me?
Now I know you not my dawg because of what the f*ck you showed me
n*ggas stabbed me in back then fake a smile right in my face
Like I'm not gon' hear about it, people tell me everything
You be moving like a snake and now ya belly getting cut up
You be acting like a cousin but be quick to call me brother
Man this money and this fame got n*ggas talking with a stutter
How you say you from the street but you get nervous in the gutter?

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't come my way, my way
Don't have the time today
Tryna be a different man
But I still love my old ways
[Chorus]
Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod
I can tell he wanna be me, but he trying too hard
Speaking on my name, I can tell he ain't smart
Don't nobody even trip, they know it's all a façade
Say he stepper, but he act like them broads
Say he a spinner, so we hit up them cars
Can't wait to catch 'em, I'ma rip 'em apart
Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod

[Verse 2]
n*ggas telling me I changed, man, I really can't believe it
They be quick to call me lame 'cause the sh*t they not receiving
Everybody got a dream, only come true if you ain't sleeping
n*ggas quick to say they're hungry, then tell you what they not eating
I can never trust a soul and that goes for anyone
Knew Georgie truckin' with this awesome new b*tch, I got plenty guns
Step on the scene with the fours black and white, b*tch, I got plenty ones
Curb stomp a motherf*cker, wipe the check off when I'm done
Fat n*gga with the hands, they a hundred grand
I would make ya jaw expand, do you hear me, fam?
Hope they get it on the cam, put it on the gram
I won't use no wrestle moves, n*gga, f*ck a slam

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't come my way, my way
Don't have the time today
Tryna be a different man
But I still love my old ways
[Chorus]
Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod
I can tell he wanna be me, but he trying too hard
Speaking on my name, I can tell he ain't smart
Don't nobody even trip, they know it's all a façade
Say he stepper, but he act like them broads
Say he a spinner, so we hit up them cars
Can't wait to catch 'em, I'ma rip 'em apart
Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod