Fake News Don Trip (Ft. Starlito)

[Verse 1: Starlito]

I'm heartbroken
It's bout the time I crack me a bottle or start smoking
Got charges and scars open, fighting like Charles Oakley
Trying to move forward some nights I'm Lamar Odom
Grind so hard some times it's hard to focus, on what's important
Peer pressure turn to depression that shit is poison
Abortion karma for extortion I'm hearing voices
I made some choices, can't avoid it (Lito)

[Verse 2: Starlito]

We really rapping, bruh asked me to make a chorus
My bad, fuck her out of habit made a hunnid racks out a storage
I'm a poet, got some drank I'll sell it before I pour it
I been thinking, If you ain't tell it then how they know it?
I got five pounds under my sink right now, Live from the kitchen
Got about 25 trying to grind up on 60 and then I'm dipping (Gone)
Plush me out a spot and try to figure it out
In case tomorrow never comes I'm trying to get it now I'm really bout it
Going through it, it's more than music, show on Saturday, court on Tuesday
I just checked the score I'm winning, I'm enjoying ignoring them losers
I be by myself everywhere I go, I ain't employing no shooters
And I get around like a Youtube rumor (Lito)
Fake News got me nationwide
Pay your dues like you pay your tithes
Change how you move or you can't survive
And keep me away from them dudes that ain't ride please