, kids are dyin' The cream is the ultimate goal, gots to roll Till my cash flow's mega, baller not a beggar Bitches workin' plastic with the fake ID'
the street looking for love Affection and devotion, met none of the above Looked me in the face like a slave set free Met me in the club working your fake id
the town There's no where to run When the darkness comes down Is there a song inside of you That you tried to forget Like your fake ID and your mom'
and I'm gone Seven hiaasen honeys piled up in the Bentley Coup Chinese chicken heads, fella what you wann do Man I'm tired of all these fake nigga
wanna be) Be, b-boys and girls, listen again This is for grown looking girls who's only ten The ones who watch videos and do what they see As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID
from going under. We ride, Eastside, blowin in the wind. Each time I try, they lie, no lie! Judgin from the outside lookin in. Never had a clue of what Id
's my face on my ID That makes me V.I.P. No one exactly like this No one with my fingerprints No one can touch you like me No I can't fake what you see
disco disco discotheque whatever v.i.p sneekin in the back corrupt the whole scene sure come scan my fake id sure buy me a ten dollar drink i'll take
watch what you say to my face 'Cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em Twenty one when I'm clubbin it Fake ID
shoplifted at Macy's Sneakin boys up to my room Hoppin skippin jumpin like those kids in zoom But I brought home the 4.0 for my daddy Sam And I used my fake ID
eric swallowed some generic sleeping pills And woke up in bed next to his best friend Derick bare naked Chicka chicka chicka and then just turned 16 and used a fake Id
her 'Cause when I drop this solo shit it's over with I bought Cage's tape, opened it and dubbed over it I came to the club drunk with a fake ID Don't
for them, shit I probably would Switch that to probably woulda, I mean probably coulda, Put it on probably shoulda, but ain't nobody realer Niggas is so fake, I did my ID
why she wanna stick me for my paper? My mo-sci-no, my ver-sa-ce hottie Come to find out, you was everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia
days in the past He set my mind free so my mind free at last So much that I don?t even drink from a fuckin glass Id rather find the first fountain I can
greens up, i'm teamed up. the tea must be steamed up because we kixin' it. we got the liquor in the door we mixin' it. we lettin everybody know we hate fakes
lah lah lah I'm seein' robots, passin by, everyday (I'm seein' robots) You drive in Hollywood, long hair, Buick Regal License in California, ID's phony