BIRD FLU SEASON, nobody could fly
Reminiscent of 75
When everyone was high
The peasant in disguise
Call him hollow hearted zorro
He'll swallow all his pride like a good boy
The promo, the mixtape ,the world tour exposure
The people who never believed are now screaming i told ya
They ayatollah soul controller holder of the spell book
I eat amongst the devils and throw dice with hells cooks
Whats for dinner, probably ego and jealousy
And it taste so good, i don't know if i'll ever let it be
Honestly, the cost you pay is honesty/
Some of us are rich and some are broke, if your on to me
Theres nothing wrong with looking up, but never honor me
The spirit is in all of us, this flesh exists dishonestly
Pre written prophecy burned in a dream
So you learn very quickly that your worth is your cream
So you work till your conscience is clean, or at least until ya pockets reach desired heights of topless regime
Heres the offer this the scene
Have the fame and fancy things
At first its surface level, materialism clings
To the edge of precedence set sentences to detonate this is fate
This is fate
This is fake
What
This is fake...
Go ahead and grind lil brotha get ya cake
Just remember this is fake
Go ahead lil sister get ya cake
Go ahead and grind big brother get ya cake
Just remember this fake
Goahead and grind big sister get ya cake
Just remember this is fake