a lie.. And you're playing out your game again Why are you never on my side, And your telling me I should forget you Come on the guy's a fake What
's a lie And you're playing out your game again Why are you never on my side And you're telling me I should forget you Come on, the guys a fake, what
Tradução: The Frames. Falso.
in Beast mode, beast mode Give me those beats I eat those All day I don't sleep no I don't even know what I got sheets for Them pillow cases and bed frames
of mind Lock me in the pen watch the murder rate decline I'll do mine like Shyne soon as I hit the bricks You better have fake on that Bad Boy shit
foes run Nigga keeps comin when they can't slip Full of that shit, another hit from Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Yeah, fuck that God! Word up Blowin niggaz out the motherfuckin frame
comes my way Standing at the back door with the life that she left behind. Are we all the same behind the frame Beneath the glass and fake last names?
it movin' Fuckin' with the wrong nigga, hope you know what you doin' Now blame me, all the same niggas is lame It's not a game, makin' names still splittin' your frames
: (with Tyga) [Verse: Tyga] Picture Life In The Movie Frame Smiles In Your Face But Every Body Fake Tryna Claim A Role, Acting On The Stage The World
: I remember the day When this mess all started, We hated the world All mentally retarded It feels like yesterday Or just some minutes ago Their fake
been waiting for ain't it You weakly entertainin For me to get a hold of this beat Go ahead claim it I'mma bout to paint a picture You niggahs go ahead frame
stage, I'm on fire yup I've been a blaze, I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, You look nice, and yo frame, makes me wanna bowl a strike Well
