(verse 1-Ghvst)
Faking and pretending and dreaming hoping one day it will end up in prosperity
They can’t be a thing when everyone hoping something will come when being a loser is hereditary
Making a statement ain’t faking a making waiting for a break and waiting wearily
They can be patient while making art and parting you to the millionaires see

Vision is scary when running it through dudes who actually been living through death
Money making motive is good too dude but you actually got a plan for the rest
Bumming naked below the view you got to be real and maybe something’s next
Got them naked she lick on it not true you not fit to be the goat when you same as the rest

You dudes have never had it scary and you bum about troops while having it made on a plac
You never grabbed lever hit him bare he slump sense birth you cap and ain’t came with a gat
Spraying was cap, praying just that, when they fake to bust caps, cause it’s just rap, nothings facts, no bro will call they bluf well in all it is impossible to do that new dudes all have to or feel got to bust a clip, f&£k ya chick, and also sip
Some dudes just as old as Cole I, must tell you time to grow up
Non gon' show up, Money get slower, now what you wanted is gone But you got on a song
Worth it in all? 'Course not it gone
Put some work into that paper and you might get it back
Good sum might find it’s way to ya lap, but

(chorus)
You ain’t got it like that, You ain’t got it like that, You ain’t got it like that, You ain’t got it like that, You ain’t got it like that, You ain’t got it like that, You ain’t got it like that, You ain’t got it like that ,You ain’t got it like that, You ain’t got it like that
You don't got it like that no
You don't got it like that no
You don't got it like that no
You don't got it like,You don't got it like,You don't got it like!
(Verse 2-Karam)
Y’all know me I’m the rawest rapper(nah)
Still a normie, while maintaining being great (he’s great)yeah homie, I’m not-bad

I’m lookin’ at this game, from the bottom, rap is lookin’ sad
A bunch of rappers they, thing they awesome, wearing hoodies man
A thug or gangster? Bunch of crap. I’m startin’ from the zero
I’m rappin’ (y’all are fakin’) ‘till my faith in y’all is restored(yuh)

Being a little one I Daydreamed ripping up a
Stage, schemes, a bit of puns (Ay)
Like C. james three, in da club(yuh)

You the best at lyin’, expertise with that
You never rhyme, so don't compete with rappers
You wrecked the game, in bad way
It was bad day, the day you have arrived
You made an scar, but it’s not fire
You infect and nest inside the best of minds

Mostly kids and teens, and best believe that mine
Is far from all that, drop the ball back to the veterans, damn, OGs

They the realest I can see
Fake rappers all I see
Puttin’ ice, and jewellery(jewellery)on
While we shinin’ like diamonds see
Flows are wavy, we be just like a sea
Yo just mainstream fakers, honestly yo?
None of y'all fakers toppin' my flows(no)
None of y'all fakers toppin' my flows(yuh)