Fake Names

Uh
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah-yeah
 Mic check check check
 Uh, yeah, yeah, uh
 Survival of the fittest, my nigga (check, check, check)
 I need a check, check, check
 Bitch, uh, yeah, uh
 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
 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 G
 Now Ricky G, 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 17
 Tossin' shit to me for 28
 Bitch go for 31, 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 28 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 20, then, cocksucker, beat it
 They put Yella Boy on the evening news
 Devil on my shoulder said, "Fuck friends 'cause cash rules"
 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
 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, blow 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 super modeled 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, always put me on
 Then labor 16 hours, need to 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 dawgs got life in jail from conversations on the phone
 I bought my first mansion, told my mama, "Leave that dope alone"
 Forget that, used to get ten bricks Dominicano off the lip, yeah
 Put that on my nephew Luciano, we the shit, yeah (Lucci)
 Bitch, I put your pussy in the mail, I need to see it, 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" (yeah)
 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
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 Hahaha, hello
 All my niggas, man, they ready
 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)