Certificated Fake (feat. Axel Farden)

Oh-oh Oh Yeah-yeah What do you mean, you're goin' and talkin' behind my back? (Back, back) Sayin' all the mean words, yeah, bitch, you think I'm not hearing all that Yeah, you think I'm naive? Bitch, you've fucked everything I had (I had) No, I'm not gon' quiet, you're the scumbags like you've said (you've said) Bitch, you think you're celebrity? You just took every advantage of me Yeah, you used my mind 'cause you don't have it I'm the apple of myself, I'm all that you need Yeah, you need You need, you need Yeah, you need You need, you need Yeah You got nothing but you come to me 'Cause you got no money to pay that shit Then you're still nothing from then, bitch I make some bunch of money, they come Then you sit there like nobody wants, come I've been losing money if you want to come town Drink some Iceland like a poor some, yeah I've been losing all my pride Got no ego that you've got And I still hang with you around Stupid bitch like I got no pride Come to me and drink some port tight Record some shit but nobody wants, like 'Cause we are the star without you around Okay, okay, yeah I was losing step, then I meet friends like you But now I have some friends but there's no one like you You just take all my pride, then you're leaving too Said you have all the fame but no money to Where your friends seems like they got job to do Using our things to gain your names Fake-ass motherfucker want to play some games Hello, braid hoes, your house so sting No job to do, force us to drink Hop in my cars with gas you never care To my house make fake scenarios Clubbing all night them hoes better adios Putting relationship's peace into chaos Said having an affair, it's good for ratios Oh-oh Oh-oh Yeah, yeah