( Intro )
Hey, Hahahha
Like a fraud
I ain’t even from the US
But my CashApp Filled
Like a fraud
Hell Nah, I swear the god
Like a fraud
Paypal Stacked, ”Nah”

( Verse 1 )
When you come to my house
Leave your feels at the door
She asked me to leave, I was gone
By the ”go”
Hit yo Crib at 4, I’ll be gone by the morning
She ask for a break, I just go by the
“More!“
He stepped in my business
He’ll just go by the morgue
Got hoes from thе south
Who just blow by the north
Goddess Evil, he still go by
“Thе Lord”
He a whole thriller guess you’ll know
By the Lore
I be smoking glads but dunno bout the dope
I be seling crack but dunno about the dough
She might have gave me too but
I don’t know about the hoe
I can sell some hoes, Still won’t knoe about the Po’
Get bitch s on they knees
Out here feeling like the pope
I be playing hoes, im out there
Feeling like a joke
She said im her man Im more
Feeling like a spokes
You’d die for me?
I guess that’s why
Im feeling like a Ghost
You write your shit & go away
You treat me as your post
Welcome to my DM FIJI is your host
Don’t be trying FIJI he’s the most-
( Ouhhh, Aghhh )

( Verse 2 )
People in car yelling me shit as I walk
I don’t wanna hear you say shit
When I talk
“FIJI Stop going private im a stalk”
Breaking white on bitch like a chalk
Give life to a bitch, think im a heart?
If she want my dick then Im a part
I sold crack in my Apartment
If she want my feels we go apart
Think im crashing cards
I load a cart
Why yo ass, spit me air?
Is you a fart?
You still thuggin on ya skate
Is you a bart?
Why you sing to me is you a bard?
Are you Venti?
Are you a punk?
Are you my ex, or you a junk?
Hey She look up to me like ;
“FIJI is you a drug?”
Nah Im just a bum
But im still feeling like a god
People giving me feels, but its feeling like a fraud!
(Bitch)
(But it’s feeling like a fraud)

( Verse 3 )
Bitch Be feeling like a fraud
Bitch an Honda, But she actin
Like an Audi
I ain’t asking numbers
Send me addy’s
You want beef? go Flip your Krabby Patties
Im Goddess FIJI Bitch don’t call me daddy
You the reason he left you fucking static
You the reason he beg, now a fucking addict
Gave my ex her dope until she bad tripped
I fucked the bitch you liker?
Damn it’s so tragic
Tryna find a fuck to give
Guess like you, it’s just hiding
Im just writing words you know
It’s just “Papier”
Mamacita won’t call me Papi
When I believed in Santa I was on the Bad list
Fucked around & text the hoes
But it was on the bad bitch
My shit ain’t turned green
I don’t own a “Bad wrist”
My haters Support me more
Then my fans
& I kinda like this
People asking me for love when I kinda lack this
( Lack this, Like a fraud x10 )