Tom: C major•
Verse 1
C
We tellin' many irrelevant facts
on how the character acts
The swine spawned us with
no bone in his back
He was hollow, wanted to leave but always
He fiend for the piece of the
pie he couldn't swallow
I called him a frenemy,
but he tried to get the best of me
Oh, we was led to its catastrophe
G
Gm
And I say it,
C
the son and the character downshaded
But when it came to matters of truth,
he couldn't face it, nor himself
He'd rather hide behind
some looks and grins
Gm
Than never know himself from within
C
My brother's just detected,
Cause even in front of your face
C
you still couldn't get it
Dedicated, to people who turn fake
Dedicated, to half -assed niggas
who's like snakes
He's dedicated, he's tight,
people I know
Dedicated from the art and the
H2O
Ayo, I think I better screw him cause
he don't know the common
One, two, three, eight, nine,
Facts of the wax, tacks from the act
Cesar
Ryan,
Poet
That,
Level 5,
Rebels
Flat
In a time that they call rap
Music that don't fit the average
white band format
Labels that never said they'd sign that
Be at the seminars, kickin' it with my homies,
take em, break em, make em stars
In his cars they ride back, hijack
Label to put the blame down on the
guy that threw up the sidetrack
But see that one you had
in the first was my joint
So complainin' when his
brother don't converse
Ain't gon' mean much,
Gm
I take the heat that such matters
And watch close for the bros
C
Gm
above me on the ladder
G
C
Cause when they move up I'm next
Or when they fall I guess
I be callin' my brothers with them nets
Tell em catch
G
C
Or fuck em, let em flex
Cause some niggas stretch
just a little much
sometimes they got to learn
that lesson
Dedicated, to people who turn fake
Dedicated, to half -assed niggas
who like snakes
Dedicated, to the type of
people I know
Dedicated from the shades and the cognito
To this character too with a one cent look
You shook,
dedicate this rhyme up in my notebook
As I explain to the fake about
Gm
a shady type of person
C
Now profiling style ways and
the methods of him
And all of his boys, bitch, and timid
You thinking that the brothers will fall
But oh listen to the contrarian
Seein' your fake book and stare,
watchin' your back, stay alert, aware
G
C
G
But when times ain't appealin',
C
let me see how you feelin'
When your life glows in from the
G
walls to the ceilin' of a jail cell
C
A prisoner of your own mind, dumb,
G
C
gettin' dumb with the blind, leavin' the blind
G
C
Dedicated to people who turn fake,
dedicated
To half -assed niggas whose
life stays dedicated
To some shady people we know,
dedicated
From the
G
C
H in the cognito
Dedicated to the ones who
failed the test
C
Dedicom, we takin' what's left
Settin' up stores,
checkin' what's next
Your influence came,
Dedicom
Dedicom
I think I better school him
C
Cause he don't know what's next
I'm
WWE's
Dedicator
C
They can't deal with the realness of
Tony
Black
Anybody
I think I better school him
Cause he don't know what's next
G
They can't deal with the realness of
Woo!
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