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Caked up in fake love to get you high
 This shit is gorgeous
 It's bitchin' with your fortunes
 One hundred medallions in a scout scrimpin' fortress
 Secret potions voted concealed emotions
 Grim-tilted-bounce-killing shades for his orbit
 And is hoping that they watchin'
 Before artists he's droppin' to the fifth and bet he boppin'
 A little boy coppin'
 Let the top down
 Aim straight
 Climbing in the middle A-
 Nother statistic for the...
 Caked up in fake love to get you high
 Let me ask you a question
 Fast - Do you want it?
 Fast- do you want it?
 How fast - Do you want it?
 How fast - Do you want it?
 How fast - Do you want it?
 How fast - Do you want it?
 Damn nigga how fast do you want it?
 The nights are getting stronger and the days are getting longer
 The buildings getting bigger
 Outside is getting smaller
 The lies are getting truer and the truth is getting brighter
 Things are looking blacker
 But black is looking whiter
 The price is getting higher and the buyers is the flyest
 The stars are never brighter
 The good up getting tired
 Yesterday you threw it 'cus you gots to have the new shit
 And money always fools ya. So corny's getting cooler
 Nothing's gonna stop it if it's bound to turn a profit
 For this I might not do it
 For this I let you watch it
 Let me make a toast with champagne to commemorate these years that thuggin' went mainstream
 Where stars rise and fall and organize regimes
 And candidate themselves as some shiny card kings
 Convince us that they fake we seen 'em for sneakers and rings
 Tell us how they all down to killin' times is steam
 To live they life off
 triple beams
 And in the end never really was what they seemed
 But take a clip of me and
 Alexander McQueen
 Pose in front the Caddy painted candy money green
 angels and devils
 seven hundred dollar jeans
 And all the eyes will sparkle with at-any-cost gleam
 I know you know what I mean