Fake Fans

Fake Fans Lyrics The Underachievers

[Verse 1: Issa]
Listen, listen, listen...
Everybody tryna get up on our shit
Talkin' 'bout they're elevated, they don't know the half of it
Tryna get up in our posse, we've got rules like fuckin' Nazis
Gotta pop an acid hit and let it drip like A$AP Rocky
Hold up - catch me in SOHO with my team or ridin' 'dolo
Huggin' all my fans and givin' ends ends up to the hobos
Walk around the store, can't tell I'm high, you smell the dro though
If you don't fuck with the gang then you ain't gettin' any photos
Let me stop it - all my joints be rockin'
Shit ain't nothin', roll another, got a half-O in my pocket...
I switch the topic, they call me a prophet
Make 'em use their fuckin' third eye and they close their other sockets

[Hook: Issa]
Spit this conscious shit and all these other rappers frontin'
'Bout to fuck the whole game up while I'm tokin', it ain't nothin'
We that indigo, you know - reppin' for that goldn soul
Gotta get in where you fit in, you ain't with it, gotta go
Can't fuck with niggas, man...
Can't fuck with niggas, man...
They said they 'bout it, they ain't 'bout it, they ain't with the plan
Can't fuck with niggas man...
Can't fuck with niggas man...
I keep a fuckin' closed circle, you ain't with the gang

[Verse 2: AK]
Back on the map, now your chick all over my aura
She see the king seekin' a ring, but never get nothin' for her
Brought up where futures ain't promised, look at my life, be astonished
Dishin' out positive rays - receivin' back the same thing
A livin' lord of my lane, you niggas novice, I know this
Couldn't write a bar that I noted, UA the hardest, you know this
Killin' in the game, I ain't even gon' lie
Never thought I'd be in it, told 'em it's gon' take time
But of course they repented, 'cause I coast through the limits
Throw the torch, spit the venom, now we large and we livin'
Guided by the light, shine the dark away
Oh, you never earned a penny? Live the harder way
Your heart's intention be what you contemplate
So spread love that's the godly way
Got more drugs than a pharmacy
Your main squeeze in her lingerie
She on her knees like she's tryna pray
Embracin' the D in all kinda ways
Her spirit-free is what I'm tryna say, motherfucka
Shit, I ain't gon' lie...
Went to school 'til I grew up, thought the limit was the sky
Now I'm winnin' with the moola, killin' liquid baselines
Spreadin' knowledge like a tutor, doofus - screw waitin' in line
Let the Sour D fill my lungs - gold fangs hangin' over my gums
We Flatbush lords, can't stop us, just watch it
And let the legends grow and become

[Hook: Issa]
Fake Fans

A standout cut from Brooklyn duo and Brainfeeder signees The Underachievers' 2013 EP "The Lords Of Flatbush".

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