Fake Fans - P Money

I’m fresh out of postcode war, this rebellious sound is a body of work that

would chokehold yours

My words could probably stun your best, that’s one of my Stone Cold flaws

I get like this when I’m bored, speak to me like this and get bored,

with a sword

MCs piss me off, when I make hits they beg for the beats like skets and whores

I’ve been feeding myself since they cut the umbilical cord

It’s crazy peace, that’s lyrical law

Every time they lie I get physical more

Probably why last Eskimo Dance I lifted his jaw

I get mad when I see fans applading a fraud

I show and I call your awards

Ain’t ready for war?

I’m about to go in, you’ve been warned

They say I’m meant to be cool, they think I won’t run my mouth

When I start letting it rip, everybody better get down

F that pussyhole man, I don’t want a pussyhole fan

Tell 'em I say what I want, however I want, 'cause I can

Can’t stand a fake fan

Fuck off with your Gucci bag, and fuck off with your fake tan

Never liked grime, just pretending 'cause it’s trending, now you want to smile

and shake hands

Skets want a hug, ain’t bought my tunes you slut, this hot mail will block your

spam

Go ahead, call your man

, don’t let me fuck this can

Say what I want 'cause I can

Speak to who like, «What?

That ain’t a fan»

My fans really support me, they’ll buy my hat to support me Instead of taking

man off my head like tramps

Don’t get me amped

Step in this line and get more than clamped

Leave me alone, can’t gass me up about purchases brudda, I will check your phone

They say I’m meant to be cool, they think I won’t run my mouth

When I start letting it rip, everybody better get down

F that pussyhole man, I don’t want a pussyhole fan

Tell 'em I say what I want, however I want, 'cause I can

I can’t stand these fools

Lying to your butters girl saying we’re friends and how me and you went school

You weren’t in my class and I never rolled with you, shut your mouth you fool

Don’t tell me «allow it», in fact don’t argue unless you know me at all

'Cause recently I’ve realised these pussyholes don’t know me at all

And I don’t owe nobody jack

I ain’t got to phone nobody back

F calling these MCs friends, I know for a fact they ain’t got my back

I’m supposed to tolerate this 'cause I’m an artist?

Nah cuz, fuck that

Shut up, who told you that?

See this is what I mean.

They say I’m meant to be cool, they think I won’t run my mouth

When I start letting it rip, everybody better get down

F that pussyhole man, I don’t want a pussyhole fan

Tell 'em I say what I want, however I want, 'cause I can