Bored as fuck...didnt know who else to go at so i choose cali
MAKE BELIEVE
This bitch is make believe...
you a make believe thug aint nobody here believe you...
This bitch is make believe...
You never seen real life in the ghetto,real knife or the metal...
I seen ya lifestyle ya make believein...ya gota regognize...
That real life aint nothin like them mob flick they televise...
Ya need to calm down...and get ya life changed...
Real thugs say nothin...'fake' 'niggaz' like fame...
You steady flashin...braggin bout them drugs you stashin...
Ya loud mouth ...nobody needs to know whats happenin...
You make believe everythin that we hate to see...
Play your possition...understand what you meant to be..
And u wonder why theses rappers all hate u breathin...
Its cos they live the real life while you make believein...
You aint never been a thug...you never popped nothin...
Never sold drugs..never weighed up and shot nothin...
I guess that mob type of flick got you hyped up...
Pussy thats not you...that life'll get you clapped up...
Ya need to pull ya jeans up...loose ya bandana...
U not thug...watch ya mouth...its ya damn grammar...
This bitch is make believe...
you a make believe thug aint nobody here believe you...
This bitch is make believe...
You never seen real life in the ghetto,real knife or the metal...
Yo...let me break it down..you an amatuer...ya fam mad atcha...
Ya mama knows that her lil boys actin outta character...
Ya fake ass shoulda stayed in college doin english and maths...
You might have figured out the foneys are the things that dont last...
You aint never popped nothin...you a happy go lucky type...
Afraid on the streets...one of those go snitch grassin types...
Lets get it settled...grab ya knife and the metal...
Wana be a thug?...go loose ya life in the ghetto...
You aint never been a thug...you never popped nothin...
Never sold drugs..never weighed up and shot nothin...
I guess that mob type of flick got you hyped up...
Pussy thats not you...that life'll get you clapped up...
Ya need to pull ya jeans up...loose ya bandana...
U not thug...watch ya mouth...its ya damn grammar...
This bitch is make believe...
you a make believe thug aint nobody here believe you...
This bitch is make believe...
You never seen real life in the ghetto,real knife or the metal...
Its all the same...everyday i see the same routine...
Same people wana talk like they shottin rocks to the fienes...
You a half a ounce bitch...never seen with a KI...
But wana talk like ya pushin nine bars on the street...
You a wannabe fake...u a bum...u a make believe thug...
You aint really that hard..Tha Q needs to give you a big hug...
Stop tellin stories bout the life that ya lead..
Before its too late...and die by the lies you speak...
You aint never been a thug...you never popped nothin...
Never sold drugs..never weighed up and shot nothin...
I guess that mob type of flick got you hyped up...
Pussy thats not you...that life'll get you clapped up...
Ya need to pull ya jeans up...loose ya bandana...
U not thug...watch ya mouth...its ya damn grammar...
This bitch is make believe...
you a make believe thug aint nobody here believe you...
This bitch is make believe...
You never seen real life in the ghetto,real knife or the metal...