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]