Marcus McCauley - No Fake Shit (feat. Donte Thomas & Fountaine) Lyrics

Keep me sane if I go crazy
Please be my goodness gracious
Everything I been seeing drives me crazy
Everybody tryna get close it really aches me
Keep you all afar
I'm sure you hate me
But you ain't me
Don't at me unless it's bout a bag bag baggy
Up in the seven of cups yo how that happen
Was living under a rock feeling like Patrick star
Hit bikini bottom f*cking round with the sharks
Dark really can't hide who you are no more
Cause niggas flashlights on they cellphones
So nosy they ain't even focusing on where they going
I see you going out of your way
To get up in my way
It might be time to hit the difficult lane
Yo why you keep bothering me
I feel like everybody spying on me
Don don sing to em
I hear a lot of niggas talking with nothing to say
Got some problems but it ain't really ain't nothing today
Been stuck in the rain
Adjusting my lane
It's enough to complain
But i'd rather refrain
I got hopes so high
Swear they could've smoked with me
And everybody tryna be involved
Didn't notice we
Watch who I keep close to me
Circle size
Rosary
Sumn like the Jodeci
So this right here the code to me
Shit I ain't putting up with no fake shit tonight that's on God
No fake shit tonight that's on my mom
Put ya hands up high
I could put it on god
Put ya hands up high if you could put it on god nigga
No fake shit tonight that's on god
No fake shit tonight that's on my mom
Put ya hands up high you could put it on god
Put ya hands up high cause I could put it on god nigga
I got what you want you ain't even got to ask me
Posted by the wood backwoods through the back streets burning
Simple syrup niggas by they porch light
Kill the clan do my dance feel like it's a Fortnite
Black queen sms come and scoop me
Share music hoodies
Dinner and a movies
I'm kicking leaves under trees as I take a stroll
Tequila sunrise tinted with dusted gold
Tired of these hoe niggas
When ya gon' bring me my kush ass niggas
Yeah oh yeah
And for the bitches that be throwing shade on my light
I'd rather spend my time paid blazed on a flight
My new chick ass Ruth's Chris over rice
And she just got her nails done she ain't tryna fight
It's Mr. ice water might father your daughter
Been poppin since fitted hats and these niggas playing the Carter
You know
I hear a lot of niggas talking with nothing to say
Got some problems but it ain't really ain't nothing today
Been stuck in the rain
Adjusting my lane
It's enough to complain
But i'd rather refrain
I got hopes so high
Swear they could've smoked with me
And everybody tryna be involved
Didn't notice we
Watch who I keep close to me
Circle size
Rosary
Sumn like the Jodeci
So this right here the code to me
Shit I ain't putting up with no fake shit tonight that's on God
No fake shit tonight that's on my mom
Put ya hands up high
I could put it on god
Put ya hands up high if you could put it on god nigga
No fake shit tonight that's on god
No fake shit tonight that's on my mom
Put ya hands up high you could put it on god
Put ya hands up high cause I could put it on god nigga