Willard Avery Johnson - F.A.N. lyrics

[ Verse 1: Dolla Black ] Yeah It was once told to me, it's rules to this game Never what I thought, that n***a be a lame Oh well, same ole sh**, different day, new job, new pay Had a couple things to happen, now I got some sh** to say, I'm on my way Never thought that it would end like this, oh well, took a chance Never look back a second glance, no I ain't saving for the last dance Gotta get it that's right now, n***as ain't never tell me how n***a sayin' that he out worked me, ha ha, who laughing now I'm backing down, won't back it down, ain't none of that sh** here n***a I been so real n***a, kept that sh** trill n***a Word to Bun B, word to Pimp C, you know how I live n***a Only reason this fake sh** boomin' cause the real n***as ain't here [ Chorus: Dolla Black ] After all the molly's you popped, and all that loud you burned All the albums you dropped, muh f**as still ain't learned, he still ain't hot And after all of that work you said you did, all that money you spent, you still ain't sh** So rule number one, never listen to no fake a** n***a Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a**, fake a** Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a**, fake a** [ Verse 2: Dolla Black ] I remember this one time, nah I won't mention that I'd rather spit the facts, to really speak the fact That I'm the realist n***a here to ever spit a track I mean, you know, hang myself by the noose that I name myself By the noose that I name myself, really claim myself Never change myself, for another n***a knowin' that he came for self So I, keep on doing my thing, won't stop doing my thing Til I see change, or maybe chains, til I got less fingers, than I got rings Choosin' that Bentley, maybe that Range Live in that condo, maybe that range And so it remains, I'm no doubt entirely hotter than hot in a pocket wit flames n***a And fake a** n***as don't get it, don't talk that sh** just live it If I wanted a n***a to pimp my life, don't you think I'll call Xzibit Don't you think I'll call P. Diddy, to Diddy bop then remix it Don't you think I'd call, Bradley Cooper for them pills if I wanted no limit, n***a [ Chorus: Dolla Black ] After all the molly's you popped, and all that loud you burned All the albums you dropped, muh f**as still ain't learned, he still ain't hot And after all of that work you said you did, all that money you spent, you still ain't sh** So rule number one, never listen to no fake a** n***a Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a**, fake a** Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a** n***a listen Fake a** n***a, fake, fake a**, fake a**