More songs by A1 x J1
Description
Producer: Sean Murdz, Wizard
Composer: A1, J1, wewantwraiths
Lyrics and translation
Original
Too fake, never knew you was two-faced. I know they hate, 'cause they can't do what
I do, bae. Live in the flesh, do you, son? We caught him up on a Tuesday.
New day, there's a new case. I know younger since I just hit new age.
Yeah,
I'm a captain like Odegaard. Down payment when I bought the car. Need me a crib, not
Audemars. Don't come to the ends with a Rolex on, yeah. I get stopped in the hood,
I get para, they say that they know my songs.
Feelin' like Stormzy in '015, like, "Where do you know me from?
" My man's fake, the beef got hot, now your life's at stake. My monthly wage is more than your annual pay.
My face too bait, wish I hid it like WeWantWaves.
Roll 'round meddlin' kids, they wave their hand in the figure of six. I'm still out here tryna figure it out, I need a million quid.
I do. Let me talk, let me talk my shit. Like I didn't make hit for hit.
They're tellin' me to stop these samples, cool, tell a drug dealer to quit. I'm paranoid.
I can't park my car where I actually live. I'm makin' noise.
I know that I'm actually, actually rich. Too fake, never knew you was two-faced.
I know they hate, 'cause they can't do what I do, bae. Live in the flesh, do you, son?
We caught him up on a Tuesday. New day, there's a new case.
I know younger since I just hit new age. These bitches love to pick and choose.
Said I'm always gonna speak the truth, but that ain't even true. Broski always askin' me, "What's new?
" I told him, "Check the news. " Always find myself doin' the things I said I'd never do.
What am I meant to do? Pull up to shoot, no BTS. I like my ones with BBL.
She got her dress from PTL. She got no friends, I'm her BFF. My LV dress code, VVS stone.
Trench made babies, where's my trench coat? If you try me, bullets echo.
Still with CC's like I'm Bello, yeah.
Too paid, I haven't ate in two days. I've been away since Tuesday.
Sippin' so much, got a toothache from this Mosh. Chanel boutique, brand new two-seat.
Hop in my coupe, come see what's up.
She's been in a Bentley, a Porsche and a Maybach, but ain't ever been in a Lambo truck.
Let me talk, let me talk my shit. Like I didn't make hit for hit.
They're tellin' me to stop these samples, cool, tell a drug dealer to quit. I'm paranoid.
I can't park my car where I actually live. I'm makin' noise.
I know that I'm actually, actually rich. Too fake, never knew you was two-faced.
I know they hate, 'cause they can't do what I do, bae. Live in the flesh, do you, son? We caught him up on a
Tuesday. New day, there's a new case. I know younger since I just hit new age.
Solo steppin'. No, you can't ask me questions.
Took my L's, yeah, I learnt my lessons. Took sumthin' else, I count my blessings. This motion I am in.
And I see that they're fake, I can see them pretendin'. This motion I am. . .
La-la-la-la-la-la.