[Intro]
It's Makaveli, Makaveli The Yung, the only one, let's get it
[Verse 1]
You say you the man, but to me you a wa*ksta
Cuz you never pop nun, so I call you a fakesta
You ain't my homie, definitely not a friend of mine
What makes you think you a thug and smoke a n***a with a 9
You be trippin' from day to day, really from time to time
You the type a n***a who be scared to ride in the night
I notice you got a shorty, i see she so fine
So hot, she gonna get this popsicle stick of mine
You try to be a street huslta and be thugged out
You won't expect n***as rob you and knock you the f** out
My mom called me a thug cuz I'd commit a crime
I'm not no wa*ksta, but ima proud n***a in my prime
But you on the other hand proclaim you the greatest
You're more like Slim Jesus cuz you the fakest
[Hook]
You're not a gangsta, cuz you've never pop nun
Boy, you a wa*ksta, cuz you've never shot nun
I call you a fakesta, cuz you've never mob nun
You think you the mob, but you never rob nun
[Verse 2]
Damn, n***a!
At school, you thought you was the man, n***a
Boy what happen to ya!
You never been into brawls, especially in vendettas
And you say you a rapper, what makes you think that you better
You think you the playa cuz you got an ol' heffa
We know she a thot and she's after you cheddar
You think you and shorty will stay together to the E-N-D
You don't know that, she'll give you the A-I-D, man
Don't show out in the hood, you'll get yo a** shot
I betchu won't pop n***as or even flick off the cops
Now don't be mad cuz you turnin' into a hater
I'm a Dreamchaser and I'm gunnin' for paper
[Hook]
You're not a gangsta, cuz you've never pop nun
Boy, you a wa*ksta, cuz you've never shot nun
I call you a fakesta, cuz you've never mob nun
You think you the mob, but you never rob nun
[Verse 3]
I'm not a wa*ksta, definitely not a fakesta
I'm just a G, mainly me
I'm Timmy Turner, who has the burner
I'm the Torch who raises heat
You my adversary but you don't want this beef
You won't expect when n***as pull on ya in the streets
I'm just a n***a you can love or hate
I rap 'bout reality that makes you debate
What you know 'bout them .357, 12-gauge, and Glocks
You never rode at night to drive by at every block
Them guns a nightmare, you see it your dream
Makes you so scared it'll make you internal bleed
Don't f** around and act like your A1
You won't live by the gun but you'll die by the gun
[Hook]
You're not a gangsta, cuz you've never pop nun
Boy, you a wa*ksta, cuz you've never shot nun
I call you a fakesta, cuz you've never mob nun
You think you the mob, but you never rob nun