[Verse 1: Big Sean]
They say I’m too fake
Fuck it, I’m paid
I can’t even find an empty spot inside my safe
I got Carties on my eyes, Louis on my case
Lobster, shrimp, and calamari right here chilling on my plate
They tell me I’m on time, even when I’m late
Even if it’s a lie they say everything is great
I’m grabbin’ the fattest asses, just to see ‘em shake
I swear I’m too real to be, I’m too real to be livin’ so fake
[Chorus]
Look out
'Cause I’m just too fake for the world
I know it’s just a game to me
I’m just too fake, you see
I wish I didn’t have to be but watch out
I got too much soul for the world
It’s breaking my heart in two
I got too much soul for you
I don’t like it but it’s true
[Verse 2: Big Sean]
(Pssh) "Yeah, I know, Sean, I swear that nigga ain’t shit"
Known him for forever and he ain’t on the same shit
It breaks my heart when all the kids be yelling, "You the mayne, Big"
He ain’t no hometown hero, he on that LeBron James shit"
Man, I tell them, "Suck my dick then choke on a nut"
'Cause when they see me it’s "Oh, it's Big, what's up?"
Man for the team, man, fam, or regime
Might knock down any door, open it up
Got on and now you startin’ actin’ different, huh?
No, really, I wasn’t fuckin’ with you from the beginnin’, bruh (Oh)
Here we are, here we go, my circle tighter than a Cheerio (Oh)
People want a handle like silver spoons
People want a handout like here you go
Man, the realest nigga I know is inside the mirror, bro
And these fools be trippin’ like a suitcase, a shoelace
They too fake, and I’m too real, yeah, boy
They say I’m too fake
Fuck it, I’m paid
I can’t even find an empty spot inside my safe
I got Carties on my eyes, Louis on my case
Lobster, shrimp, and calamari right here chilling on my plate
They tell me I’m on time, even when I’m late
Even if it’s a lie they say everything is great
I’m grabbin’ the fattest asses, just to see ‘em shake
I swear I’m too real to be, I’m too real to be livin’ so fake
[Chorus]
Look out
'Cause I’m just too fake for the world
I know it’s just a game to me
I’m just too fake, you see
I wish I didn’t have to be but watch out
I got too much soul for the world
It’s breaking my heart in two
I got too much soul for you
I don’t like it but it’s true
[Verse 2: Big Sean]
(Pssh) "Yeah, I know, Sean, I swear that nigga ain’t shit"
Known him for forever and he ain’t on the same shit
It breaks my heart when all the kids be yelling, "You the mayne, Big"
He ain’t no hometown hero, he on that LeBron James shit"
Man, I tell them, "Suck my dick then choke on a nut"
'Cause when they see me it’s "Oh, it's Big, what's up?"
Man for the team, man, fam, or regime
Might knock down any door, open it up
Got on and now you startin’ actin’ different, huh?
No, really, I wasn’t fuckin’ with you from the beginnin’, bruh (Oh)
Here we are, here we go, my circle tighter than a Cheerio (Oh)
People want a handle like silver spoons
People want a handout like here you go
Man, the realest nigga I know is inside the mirror, bro
And these fools be trippin’ like a suitcase, a shoelace
They too fake, and I’m too real, yeah, boy
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