Fake Names

[Intro]

Uh

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Mic check check check

Uh, yeah, yeah, uh

Survival of the fittest, my nigga (Check, check, check, uh)

I need a check, check, check

Bitch, uh, yeah, uh

[Chorus]

Shit'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 fucking with me

Found out some niggas fucked your wife and we put them bitches 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 shit for seventeen

Tossin' shit to me for twenty-eight

Bricks go for thirty-one, I barely ate

Seen them niggas frown when I started breaking that shit down

Said I need more time with them chickens, I'm out here making rounds

Jealous niggas want they twenty-eight up front now

I bought all the damn clientele, we could have ran the town

But fuck it, you cut the price, then I fly to Phoenix

Said if you ain't copping like twenty, then, cocksucker, beat it

They put Yella Boy on the evening news

Devil on my shoulder said, "Fuck friends 'cause cash rules"

[Chorus]

Shit'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 pussy for his pack, that's how you fuck the summer up

Fuck it up, bottled up, your hoes fuck for followers

Vanessas, Carries, Tiger Lilies, bitch, 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 dick, yeah

Had to cancel my Miami trip, that bitch 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 shit done took too long

Shout out to BO and Charlie Mack, man, bring them niggas 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 shit, yeah (Lucci)

Bitch, I put your pussy in the mail, I get it sent, yeah

Abby used to follow me on tour, that shit 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 bitch 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 niggas and ladies

It is time once again for that motherfucker

Madlib the Beat Konducta, straight from California

So light the motherfucking weed up bitch

Turn the sound up, let us go

And as usual, no fuck boys

Real niggas only

Kane, baby