Fake Gon Hate

[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
Wait, hol' up
The fake gon' hate, real recognize real
Burn rubber to the bag, screaming fuck how you feel
They did a nigga cold 'til a nigga got chills
I'm having withdrawals and I don't even pop pills
It's people that gotta eat, that mean I gotta make a meal
'Cause they lookin' up to me but I don't even got a mil'
And look, I ain't in my feelings, I'm just tryna keep it real
But I don't really trust nobody, I can't tell you how I feel

[Verse 1: Rucci]
Hey look, my back against the wall and I can't tell you how I feel
They took my closest homie right before I signed a deal (That's on Norf)
Everybody lookin' at me like I got a mil' (I ain't got shit)
Every time I think about the Mackk, I get chills, this shit real
Gotta go through it to get to it (Get to it)
Remember everything, won't forget how you did Rucci (Did me, nigga)
And that's on everything
Ain't depending on myself, ain't depending on you niggas
Yeah, I did it by myself, still right here with my niggas
Shed some tears, sip some liquor, I'm reminiscing
Looking at these pictures, dawg, I miss my niggas
Thinkin' 'bout my pops, free my uncle out that box
Free DaDa and fuck the opps, forever Mackk until I drop
I'm catching flights, ain't catching feelings, don't feel right with them niggas
At the light, clutch my glizzy, I don't trust shit, clearly
Catching flights, ain't catching feelings, don't feel right with them niggas
At the light, clutch my glizzy, I don't trust shit, clearly

[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
Wait, hol' up
The fake gon' hate, real recognize real
Burn rubber to the bag, screaming fuck how you feel
They did a nigga cold 'til a nigga got chills
I'm having withdrawals and I don't even pop pills
It's people that gotta eat, that mean I gotta make a meal
'Cause they lookin' up to me but I don't even got a mil'
And look, I ain't in my feelings, I'm just tryna keep it real
But I don't really trust nobody, I can't tell you how I feel

[Verse 2: Rucci]
Ayy, just listen, you gotta show me that you really with me not against me
You hard-headed, you don't ever get it, pay attention
To what I'm sayin', I'ma keep it real
Been poppin' too many pills, man, I know I gotta chill
I was down on my ass, I don't wanna go back
On my face too many times but nobody know that
I think about it all the time if I could bring my bro back
Y'all see Rucci, but y'all don' know Mackk
I wanna do whatever I can do just to make my mom stress-free
I dropped out of high school, can't a soul test me
I been livin' it up, runnin' through check after check
I ain't settlin' nothin', want nothin' less but the best
Got an S on my chest like I'm Superman
I promise if I can get it done, I'ma do it, man
This from the bottom of my heart to every Rucci fan
You know I love you, you hate me, motherfuck you, haha

[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
Wait, hol' up
The fake gon' hate, real recognize real
Burn rubber to the bag, screaming fuck how you feel
They did a nigga cold 'til a nigga got chills
I'm having withdrawals and I don't even pop pills
It's people that gotta eat, that mean I gotta make a meal
'Cause they lookin' up to me but I don't even got a mil'
And look, I ain't in my feelings, I'm just tryna keep it real
But I don't really trust nobody, I can't tell you how I feel