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pump fake - sam salomon lyrics

[verse 1]
every word a weapon and i’m bout to put some bullets on the floor
try and test my temper that’s a recipe for war
nah f*ck a metaphor
give me smoke then some more
’cause all the shade they throw make me
think they blind and can’t f*ckin’ see the d*mn score
yeah i been about my business
stackin’ up my clientele, just to sell my g*nius
i’m a product of my environment and the sh*t that i witnessed
homies pushin’ that weight, they ain’t doing no fitness
yeah doing sh*t for them likes yo i don’t get it (get it)
yeah on the gram, cash in ya hands just for credit (credit)
that sh*t so pathetic
i swear to god if you stop flexin’ and be ya self they’ll respect it
rappers thinkin’ they too hot
say anything just to pop
y’all wanna be 2pac
hide weed inside yo tube socks
end up takin’ like 2 shots of that henny
so y’all can scream out f*ck the cops
and get some props
but that be worth like pennies

[hook]
i ain’t gotta front like i’m cold
never owned a grill but my mouth full of gold (full of gold)
takin’ shots leaving bullet holes
mother f*ckas better play they role (aye run that sh*t)
came just to bang f*ck up anybody’s name yeah
i’m a f*ckin’ problem and they know (and they know yeah)
fame make ’em change now these b*tches wanna hang
’cause they see i’m shinin’ and they wanna, they wanna glow aye
came just to bang f*ck up anybody’s name yeah
i’m a f*ckin’ problem and they know (and they know yeah)
fame make ’em change now these b*tches wanna hang
’cause they see i’m shinin’ and they wanna, they wanna glow aye

[verse 2]
ridin’ with my soldiers never sober (never sober)
ain’t my fault if yo b*tch bendin’ over (bendin’ over)
if she tryna cuff me i don’t know her (i don’t know her)
they dream they had my life they in a coma (in a coma)
yeah i’m steppin’ out in them flu games
i’ve been fly since i heard that nas, jay, and wu*tang
who the f*ck is you fooling
yo whole style confusing
no wonder why you losing
you pump fake, not shooting
i use pain from my life and my homies
gotta put em all on yeah, they the ones who told me
i would be here, tellin’ they story
my purpose bigger than me, that’s why y’all songs just bore me
sippin’ 40’s, puffin’ dank, all that money in yo bank?
all y’all make me look so good, i think it’s y’all i should thank
y’all can fake ya lives and fade away (fade away)
i’m a speak my piece and have some peace of mind ’cause either way (either way)

- sam salomon lyrics

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