F.A.K.E.

[Intro: DeStorm] So I was trying to come up with an acronym for F.A.K.E Cause that's half these motherfuckers out here And I swear they be False Advertising, Killing Expectations They false advertising, killing expectations [Hook: DeStorm] Nigga I ain't perfect, but nobody's perfect So all these lies you telling, it ain't worth it Tell me why you false advertising, killing expectations False advertising, killing expectations You're so fake, so fake Why you so fake? Why you so fake I caught you slipping False advertising, killing expectations You false advertising, killing expectations So fake [Verse 1: DeStorm] I see you got so many followers on Instagram Thirteen likes, that’s an insta-scam Two to three comments on your mentions, ma'am  Retire girl, get a better pension plan That bell won’t save you, Kapowski Go and tell 'em that bag from Canal Street Those fake red bottoms you got 'em in the alley Really? Louboutons on a four-figure salary? Facebook frontin' like you winning out in Cali But your bills being paid by some nigga in the valley Driving his Coupe, he put you through school Now you owe him head, you ain’t on Sally Mae I talk 'bout these dudes, though All the shit you say ain’t true, yo You say you had a table at the supper club With the ballers kickin' like judo Lies, lies, all of these lies, Pinocchio, all of these guys Swear you on your grind on the music biz Telling every bitch you got a movie script And that truck ain’t yours, it’s a rental Fucked up teeth, nigga, focus on your dental (damn) When shorty find out cause she's sure to find out You ain’t got no words like a fuckin' instrumental These men are just fake, these women are fake Even your pastor and minister’s fake We're all insecure, I don’t care what you say Every nigga need a boost (energy shake) And I ain’t gon' front like I don’t lie Got 20 pairs of J's, four fly new rides Coppin that shit that wasn’t in the budget But I’mma say "fuck it" 'till I kick the bucket [Hook] [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Why you lying to the people? Severe lack of trust like you eyeing through the peep hole Thought you was bubbling like Liko Living by the G code, really you informer like Deep Throat Steady telling on yourself, you in trouble with police Cause your whole time lying like a peep show Now you're ma'fuckin' ass out Get Deboed by the government with the repo Your fake tales from the state pen Have all been revealed now your publicist preparing a statement Fuck this, we ain’t hearing your case Can you stare in the face of the death that you’re chasing That’s like the emperor with no clothes These hoes get exposed like the asshole naked I gotta do some praying, hate is what’s left In the place when trust gets taken Dedication, real recognize real and I know it on a first name basis Man, your shit is Fugazi If truth is place I’m a native like a reservation Niggas swear they got beef like a butcher with blood on an apron But they're faker than veggie bacon with they Miss Cleo accent "Call me now," you're a blood clot, you're faking I ain’t perfect, just working nonstop with no vacation Feeling like a prisoner with no visitation Angel in one ear, the other ear hearing the whispers of Satan I’m impatient, so I’m taking it now, no waiting Fuck false advertising, killing expectations, hey! [Hook]