Fake 1’s lyrics

[Verse 1: Ollie Joseph]
Fake ones will have your whole check f*cked up
What you take from their actions reflects on you
I hate f*ck n*ggas, guess it all depends on us
Lay pave over names and some men I drew
A whole process, started from the center of the glove
Didn't fit tight early but the leather getting snug
sh*t was tough at first, now the crew strong
And the dudes all took Ls but I bust that curse
And hit the switcharoo, yeah (Yeah), ayy (Ayy)
And I brought all my n*ggas too (My n*ggas too) (They my motherf*cking n*ggas), yeah (Yeah)
I had to late the hahas charge up the battery acid
Took my problems, turned 'em to a gallery set
Had to unsub from vibes and channel
Now I'm going up-up on my soprano
Singing to the white chicks, I be singing 'cause I'm light-skinned
But keep playing me a suite, that's potentially a life risk
'Cause she'll creep on you with the nightstick
Cross me, you might end up like Christ did
I had to learn from a young age
Pay attention and listen to what your gut say
Ayy (Ayy), 'cause n*ggas shifty
I wanna bring the dubs home but you saw how they got Nipsey
It's no love

[Chorus: Trawick II]
May be from the L but I don't take none (Take none)
If I don't get a chance, I'ma make one (Make one)
If you ain't my mans, I don't shake-up (Nah, nah)
I can separate the real from the fake ones (Whoa)
Yeah, yeah, when the stakes up
Hard hits, no misses, I don't graze 'em (Graze 'em)
Boy, I got the sauce and it's A1 (A1)
I can separate the real from the fake ones
[Verse 2: Trawick II]
Real n*ggas stand up (Whoa, stand up)
When you hit the bottom, then you gotta go and man up
Yeah I really live it, never flexin' on the camera
Yeah, I pray to God they don't take me with my hands up
Two b*tches in a tandem
They gon' buss it for me 'cause I'm young and handsome
Doin' business with my n*ggas, I don't like to share with randoms
If you want your b*tch back, call up when you get the ransom
My girl look better raw, real with no makeup
Wake up in the morning, time to get this cake up
I just rolled two joints, we 'bout to bake up
Watch me plant a money tree and then I wake up
Still ten toes down in my Nikes, n*gga
Know a couple of 'em, wanna fight me, n*gga
Stay up off, you can't find me, n*gga
I don't move alone so come and try me, n*gga

[Chorus: Trawick II]
May be from the L but I don't take none (Take none)
If I don't get a chance, I'ma make one (Make one)
If you ain't my mans, I don't shake-up (Nah, nah)
I can separate the real from the fake ones (Whoa)
Yeah, yeah, when the stakes up
Hard hits, no misses, I don't graze 'em (Graze 'em)
Boy, I got the sauce and it's A1 (A1)
I can separate the real from the fake ones
[Verse 3: Apollo]
West coast vibes while I drive in the Midwest
Only f*ck a ten ten times and then dip left
Birds on lock and the hub with the two-step
When you come around, it's gang signs and a new set
Setlist finished, now it's time to get faded
Roll the blunt and smoke the pain away, I'm always medicated
Only time you been a ten is back before you turned 11
Big and back bein' bool with my homies while they hatin'
Every moment is the right time, yeah (Yeah)
My b*tch been in the stu' for twenty hours while I write rhymes
God gave me fists for a reason when it's fight time
I don't go outside but when I do, every light's lime
Keep the Juul on me, I'm a jeweler (Woo!)
I cannot be f*cking with these losers
I could go to jail for the night, they gon' give me one call
Don't press me out in public, make me have to call the shooter
What's up

[Chorus: Trawick II]
May be from the L but I don't take none (Take none)
If I don't get a chance, I'ma make one (Make one)
If you ain't my mans, I don't shake-up (Nah, nah)
I can separate the real from the fake ones (Whoa)
Yeah, yeah, when the stakes up
Hard hits, no misses, I don't graze 'em (Graze 'em)
Boy, I got the sauce and it's A1 (A1)
I can separate the real from the fake ones