Fake Mutha (Envy) R-Mean (Ft. The Game & Jason French)

[Verse 1: R-Mean]
Shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak
We all tryna win
But then again, maybe it’s for the best though
Maybe its not
Maybe all of this was just a test yo, ace’d it cause watch
Mean a student of the game
Teacher of the same though
I say that with a grin but dawg, I'm bleeding, man it's painful
Defeat the fallen angel
Really there's only one goal
Just a bunch of fractured creatures tryna become whole
Envy ruined our people
Money root of all evil
But recognize insecurity's the root of our ego
Living truly deceitful
Masking the truth from ourselves
No heaven in sight but I got a beautiful view of hell
Lucifer knew me well but who can we tell
You give the devil an inch and he'll truly be your ruler as well
But fuck it though, them lames mortified
Should have wrote these rhymes in chalk cause homie this straight homicide

[Hook: Jason French]
Everything revealed in time
Envy that you kept inside
Me say, no don’t you go and try to hide
Cause you a fake muthafucka, fake muthafucka