Sickick - Fakin Bird lyrics

[Intro: Sickick] Flap, Flap, Flap, Flap, Flappy Bird 4x [Verse 1: Lecrae] I'm riding round and I'm getting' it; they riding round pretendin' I been had it, I been done, I promise that it's all empty They say they ridin' Bugatti's, man Put some babies through college Quit tryna' act like the trap is cool ‘Cause we tired hearin' that garbage Hey, bags of white, pints of lean I been on dope boys since a teen But this ain't what we meant to be And y'all don't make no sense to me You pump fakin', ain't shootin', ain't k**in, ain't doin' Half them thangs you say you doin', but 116 we stay true an' Ain't dope dealin', ain't Po pimpin', talkin' ‘bout my own folk k**in' We on that Jesus soul healin', so serious, gorillas Wild ain't we, can't tame us, been changed, can't change us 1:16 – You can't shame us. Live that truth; you can't blame us [Hook] I heard him say he bought the block (Fakin!) In his song he say he gansta' but he not (Fakin!) Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks (Fakin!) While his chain leavin' green on his neck (Fakin!) I'm not impressed So I guess that make you, yes that make you That make you a faker!(x4) [Verse 2: Andy Mineo] If you catch me in a bar where the wild things are With my pastor and an entourage who loves God Please don't think that it's odd, we kick it 'round broken hearts Fishing for men, surrounded by sin but ain't taking part I talk about Jesus, all the Christians love me I walk like Jesus now they wanna judge me, ain't it funny? I'm duckin' stones thrown from the Pharisees Gospel of peace up on my feet like a pair of cleats Walkin' with the Paraclete, that's Greek for the Spirit They say the wild things'll eat you up Who shall I fear when God is walking with me If I die that's a win, that's the seed of the church plus I get to be with Him And we so undefeated like Hanes made our sneakers I had beef with Jesus and my sin it got deleted So I gotta go and speak it to those who really need it Let the Gospel off the leash, go and be where the beasts at [Hook] [Verse 3: Lecrae] Real recognize real; introduce ya' self Careful with that cannon boy; you might just shoot ya' self Somebody wake em', tell em' to stop fakin' Before they end up lyin' in the woods buck naked These k**as fulla' them demons, while you pretendin' you Scarface You ain't really no ghetto boy, why you fakin' that hard face? That just made him furious; somebody call Fishburne Tell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn And hell burns hotter, I turn to the Father I prayin', “Lord forgive em' ‘cause they lyin' like Mufasa They got these eight' graders with they eyes on a choppa I pray the Lord save ‘em ‘fo He drop ‘em and make ‘em stop it [Hook]