Fakers Die Young - K Rino, K-Rino featuring C-Rock & Wickett Crickett

What’s the reason why these hard-ass cappers gettin' hung?

The real keep living but the fakers die young

Watch the big shit dig his grave with his tongue

The real keep living but the fakers die young

Aight class, let me teach you hood lesson number one:

Keep your eyes on your money, when them laws is comin run

Real life, understand hood lesson number two:

Nullify all gun-bumpin' snitches out the crew

Write it down, motherfuckers, hood lesson number three:

Just because you spent a grand, don’t mean your woman won’t fuck me

Listen up, number four: with your partners let it flow

But by yourself and see your foes before they see you time to go

Where I live you got to strive, hood lesson number five:

Talkin' shit you take a dive, you got game you stay alive

Pay attention, make your list, hood lesson number six:

But if it ain’t none of yo business keep yo face up out the mix

Keep it low, what I’m stressin', that’s lesson number seven:

Understand we live in hell, 'cause without paper ain’t no heaven

Let your mind elevate, ghetto lesson number eight:

Don’t be out there tryna cap because that shit gon seal your fate

Look in the clique, the twisted minds with agg faces

Routine to interact with drama on a daily basis

Snitches in the midst of true players like they aces

Fakers plus real Gs equals murder cases

Suckers try to sell it, but legitimate brothers they live to tell it

Half these fools talkin' about «clientele» can’t even spell it

made these punks, so don’t provoke 'em

Killers agg enough to roll your ashes up and smoke 'em

Programmed for drama, street producing, blood from grudges

Motherfucking dealers selling cocaine to the judges

Count it up for the blast, if we acted right the world might last

But if «if» was a bullet, we’d all be shot in the ass

K-Rino be underground 'cause they don’t play me on the radio

Legendary flower grabbed the micrphone in '84

Fakers falling off because they ain’t got no identity

Trying to be a killer got him blowed off the vicinity

Never had a battle, said you did but see you lied to me

Hit him with that swarm and made him feel like it was five of me

Drivin' me, see how ignorant rappers persist to be

No knowledge of self and don’t shit about your history