Fake Names lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mic check check check
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh
Survival of the fittest, my n*gga (Check, check, check, uh)
I need a check, check, check
b*tch, uh, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
sh*t's so real, gotta use fake names
Every time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain (My brain)
Erica said I never changed (Never changed)
Lifestyles of the insane

[Verse 1]
You was like a brother to me, no other to me
Swear I would trade my life for yours, I knew you was f*cking with me
Found out some n*ggas f*cked your wife and we put them b*tches to sleep
Ain't going to say your government, I'ma call him by Ricky D
Now Ricky D, he had a cousin named Yella with bricks of yola
Had a Mexican that came 'cross the border to Arizona
They was getting sh*t for seventeen
Tossin' sh*t to me for twenty-eight
Bricks go for thirty-one, I barely ate
Seen them n*ggas frown when I started breaking that sh*t down
Said I need more time with them chickens, I'm out here making rounds
Jealous n*ggas want they twenty-eight up front now
I bought all the damn clientele, we could have ran the town
But f*ck it, you cut the price, then I fly to Phoenix
Said if you ain't copping like twenty, then, c*cksucker, beat it
They put Yella Boy on the evening news
Devil on my shoulder said, "f*ck friends 'cause cash rules"
[Chorus]
sh*t's so real, gotta use fake names
Every time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain, uh
Christina said I never changed (Never changed)
Lifestyles of the insane

[Verse 2]
I done walked through hell in these size 12's
Speak it from my own mouth before I let the time tell
Dream team legal, I never take an L
Courtroom, funeral fresh, Givenchy my lapel
Pouring up, foreigned up, three bricks, I'm a hundred up
Jack a pus*y for his pack, that's how you f*ck the summer up
f*ck it up, bottled up, your hoes f*ck for followers
Vanessas, Carries, Tiger Lilies, b*tch, I'm supermodeled up
Well, pimp that
My hoes twist it fat, she roll ten Backwoods out the zip, yeah
Pasadena Rena, came to Vegas, it was lit, yeah
Crystal Lynn came all the way to Denver for the di*k, yeah
Had to cancel my Miami trip, that b*tch was sick, yeah
Put me on, Otis put me on
Then labor sixteen hours, Linda put me on
Drop a zone, dope ain't locking up, this sh*t done took too long
Shout out to BO and Charlie Mack, man, bring them n*ggas home
Most my dogs got life in jail from conversations on the phone
I bought my first mansion, told my mama leave that dope alone
Legit, yeah
Used to get ten bricks Dominicano off the lift, yeah
Put that on my nephew Luciano, we the sh*t, yeah (Lucci)
b*tch, I put your pus*y in the mail, I get it sent, yeah
Abby used to follow me on tour, that sh*t was lit, yeah
Put me on, Freddie, put me on (She was like)
Put me on, Otis, put me on
[Outro]
I used to love that b*tch though
Yeah, Kane
Yeah, yeah, remain
Yeah, yeah, put me on, put me on
Put me on, Lambo, put me on
Put me on, Egon, put me on, uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Hahaha, hello
All my n*ggas and ladies
It is time once again for that motherf*cker
Madlib the Beat Konducta, straight from California
So light the motherf*cking weed up b*tch
Turn the sound up, let us go
And as usual, no f*ck boys
Real n*ggas only
Kane, baby