[Intro: Scorey]
New glizzy, uh
Uh, I just—, new glizzy, uh
Uh, I just bought a new glizzy, uh
Uh, I just— (It's Harry, Harry Potter)
Uh
[Chorus: Scorey]
Wake up to palm trees, came up from dark days
Stayed wit' the bad guys, and we skipped class in the hallways
Gave her my love, she tried to play me like a arcade, ayy
She broke my heartstrings
I bought a new blick with a red beam, and the shots bang
I got a new bitch, give her wet dreams, and a heartache
Don' fuck with new fish, she be dead meat in this Shark Tank
Ayy, this life is not fake
[Verse 1: Polo G]
Break bread, we sharin' meals, wanna see how Paris feel
No, we don't spare him, kill, rolling like Ferris wheels
Snipers scorin’ in the club, she shoot like Bradley Beal
Cinderella, ghetto love, she left a pair of heels
Secrets from your journal told me all the things they never knew
I would never judge, just help you be a better you
Tired of Facebook thugs, talk 'bout shit they would never do
When I point, they send slugs, and they don't really question, "Who?"
Call up Scorey, he got hitters way out in Syracuse
Painful devastation, just wanna hear some better news
Hard to stay sane with all these barriers I'm tearin' through
Servin' on the strip, addin up the avanue revenue
And they kept saying they'll change, but they was makin' excuses
Using my heart wrong, I believed them, shit makin' me stupid
All these relationships fail, now I got hatred for Cupid
Devil whispered in my ear, tryna escape his recruitment
[Chorus: Scorey]
Wake up to palm trees, came up from dark days
Stayed wit' the bad guys, and we skipped class in the hallways
Gave her my love, she tried to play me like a arcade, ayy
She broke my heartstrings
I bought a new blick with a red beam, and the shots bang
I got a new bitch, give her wet dreams, and a heartache
Don' fuck with new fish, she be dead meat in this Shark Tank
Ayy, this life is not fake
[Verse 2: Scorey]
I got a lil' bro, he let shots off, he a big dawg for his age
I got a big show, you get stomped out if we pissed off on the stage
Ain't no quarterback, I'on give a pass, he get picked off if he play
Ayy, come on this block, he get chained
Remy, he a demon, let that heater sing like Lauryn Hill
I don't like to speak, so I can't teach him, but this .40 will
Lord, I miss my niggas, I might tear up to them stories still
Ayy, tryna get rich, but we be scorin' still
[Chorus: Scorey]
Wake up to palm trees, came up from dark days
Stayed wit' the bad guys, and we skipped class in the hallways
Gave her my love, she tried to play me like a arcade, ayy
She broke my heartstrings
I bought a new blick with a red beam, and the shots bang
I got a new bitch, give her wet dreams, and a heartache
Don' fuck with new fish, she be dead meat in this Shark Tank
Ayy, this life is not fake
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