Fake Beef – Song and Lyrics by 2 Chainz

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Fake Beef’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

T.R.U. shit
No bullshit
Street shit
No cheap shit (man, who the f*ck is Marquis?)
Hott talk to ’em

Man, fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil’ nigga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil’ nigga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil’ nigga
And they fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil’ nigga (duh, duh)

We got a lot of sticks, nigga (sticks, nigga)
Pull up on your block, make that bitch hit, nigga (grrah)
Fifty round drum on these fuckin’ sticks, nigga (sticks, sticks, sticks)
Pull up on your block and make a nigga scrub
I got nothin’ but some hollows in this fuckin’ clip (baow)
Yeah, nigga seen this fire and then he tried to dip (dip)
We gon’ pull up at your mama house and let it rip (rip)
Like 4th of July, nigga, we gon’ light up the sky (sky)
Like forties and nines, nigga, you totin’ on ice
I’m high as a flight, nigga (flight), I just took a flight
Nigga, you ain’t a lion, nigga (what nigga?) you’re a rat, you’re a mice
I heard that you droppin’ the dime, nigga (dime, nigga) we takin’ your life
I gotta let you know, nigga
All the internet posts, boy, you really a ho, nigga
It ain’t my fault you mad and you woke up broke, nigga
It ain’t my fault you mad you wearin’ the same clothes, nigga
And they your ho’s, nigga
Hotbox, used to ride ’em to the show, nigga
Might wipe your nose, ooh, that how that shit go, lil’ nigga
And I’m ridin’ with blow, ridin’ with blow, got bag for the low, lil’ nigga

And fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil’ nigga
And fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil’ nigga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil’ nigga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil’ nigga
And they fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil’ nigga

Ain’t with all the cap on the ‘Gram, that’s that weird shit (weird shit)
That’s why I moved out to the woods, I can see deer and shit (deer)
I got a stick on top a stick next to a FN, shawty (ah)
Soon as they see me, they say, “Jet plane,” shawty (plane)
Shoutout Ben Franklin, that’s my best man, shawty (best man, shawty)
Change the whip black, it look like suntan on it (suntan on it)
Pray I don’t get pulled over, I got a life sentence in it (life)
Used to be addicted to them light-skinned strippers (light)
Then I had to switch (switch), you real? I’m really rich
Told them fuckers, “You dig?” Then I showed them folks a ditch
I stay in my bag, bitch, let’s go on a trip (trip)
Cartier frame, four clover, Lil Flip

And fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil’ nigga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil’ nigga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil’ nigga
And they fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil’ nigga

T.R.U. shit