BIRD FLU SEASON, nobody could fly

Reminiscent of 75

When everyone was high

The peasant in disguise

Call him hollow hearted zorro

He'll swallow all his pride like a good boy

The promo, the mixtape ,the world tour exposure

The people who never believed are now screaming i told ya

They ayatollah soul controller holder of the spell book

I eat amongst the devils and throw dice with hells cooks

Whats for dinner, probably ego and jealousy

And it taste so good, i don't know if i'll ever let it be

Honestly, the cost you pay is honesty/

Some of us are rich and some are broke, if your on to me

Theres nothing wrong with looking up, but never honor me

The spirit is in all of us, this flesh exists dishonestly

Pre written prophecy burned in a dream

So you learn very quickly that your worth is your cream

So you work till your conscience is clean, or at least until ya pockets reach desired heights of topless regime

Heres the offer this the scene

Have the fame and fancy things

At first its surface level, materialism clings

To the edge of precedence set sentences to detonate this is fate

This is fate

This is fake

What

This is fake...

Go ahead and grind lil brotha get ya cake

Just remember this is fake

Go ahead lil sister get ya cake

Go ahead and grind big brother get ya cake

Just remember this fake

Goahead and grind big sister get ya cake

Just remember this is fake