Fake Gon Hate Rucci (Ft. 1TakeJay)

[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
Wait, hol' up
The fake gon' hate, real recognize real
Burn rubber to the bag, screaming fuck how you feel
They did a nigga cold 'til a nigga got chills
I'm having withdrawals and I don't even pop pills
It's people that gotta eat, that mean I gotta make a meal
'Cause they lookin' up to me but I don't even got a mil'
And look, I ain't in my feelings, I'm just tryna keep it real
But I don't really trust nobody, I can't tell you how I feel

[Verse 1: Rucci]
Hey look, my back against the wall and I can't tell you how I feel
They took my closest homie right before I signed a deal (That's on Norf)
Everybody lookin' at me like I got a mil' (I ain't got shit)
Every time I think about the Mackk, I get chills, this shit real
Gotta go through it to get to it (Get to it)
Remember everything, won't forget how you did Rucci (Did me, nigga)
And that's on everything
Ain't depending on myself, ain't depending on you niggas
Yeah, I did it by myself, still right here with my niggas
Shed some tears, sip some liquor, I'm reminiscing
Looking at these pictures, dawg, I miss my niggas
Thinkin' 'bout my pops, free my uncle out that box
Free DaDa and fuck the opps, forever Mackk until I drop
I'm catching flights, ain't catching feelings, don't feel right with them niggas
At the light, clutch my glizzy, I don't trust shit, clearly
Catching flights, ain't catching feelings, don't feel right with them niggas
At the light, clutch my glizzy, I don't trust shit, clearly