Fake Family Lil B

[Intro]
Ey man, I'mma tell it like this, man
I don't give a fuck how much time you done did
How many niggas you done shot, you done rob
You still ain't a real nigga
That's an honor

[Verse 1]
Niggas don't live by the g code, we know
Claiming real nigga but he cold like the sea slope
Charge it to the game, but you niggas playing with me
Look me in my eyes, a real nigga facing 50
20 facing 30, riding 'round dirty
Got a shotgun and double pump like James Worthy
You got the heater, I'm still repping Berkeley
Niggas don't love me, bitches don't love me
Went to the hood with four 5's and I'm huntin'
Finna aim for your head and I'm bustin' like I'm nuttin'
Young nigga, ain't no discussion
Pain up in my eyes, every day I'm out hustlin'
Came upon a zipper, lil bro had to bust it
Give him a concussion, if he played me I'mma bust him
I'm the type of head that do dirt by myself
I'm a short nigga, I don't need nobody else
Thinking I'm a nerd, I got the 9 upon the shelf
Only goon nigga in these 31 jeans, slim fit
Stay sick like disease
Breaking in they house I can still remember screams
Tell me I'm the one, everything ain't what it seems
Smile on my face, infrared with the beam
30 round clips same color as my jeans
My gun like oranges, can't wait to hear it squeeze
Seen haters bleed, this the end of my revenge
Niggas I grew up with, can't call them friends
Text 'em for the address and you ain't even chunk 'em
Thought you had my back, just another nigga bluffing
No respect niggas, shit... Fuck 'em
If you ain't gon' ride I suggest you leave here
If you ain't gon' ride I suggest you leave there
Niggas don't believe in shit, can't compare
Niggas walk up in the church praying on his kness
Hurt my heart to see real niggas turning fiends
Given due time he'll be sniffing what he needs
The game cheated...
Fuck these niggas