Phony

Chorus (x2)

Don’t try to play like my homey,
I see the fake—you phony.
Lord, guide my way—please hold me,
Might die today ‘cause it’s on me.

Verse 1

They doubted me from the beginning,
My chips were down—I wasn’t winning.
Nobody gave a fuck about a backwoods cracker,
When I didn’t have a pot to piss in.

I remember not having a house,
Thinking—what the fuck I’ma do now?
Tamara and Jim let me stay in their basement,
Forever thankful for that couch.

I was grinding and grinding, pushing my music,
Basement booth—me and Jo went through it.
Grind Hard or Starve—we went off on that track,
Pushing those bricks—wasn’t no going back.

Stacking and stacking, we made us a plan,
Mikey got hit and got sent to the pen.
Apartment I had—the front door got kicked in,
No warrant at all—but they don’t give a damn.

Fuck—what the fuck I’ma do?
Took what I had—turned one into two.
Two into four… four into eight,
Starved just to re-up—ate off paper plates.

Needed money—no sleeping for days,
Paranoid—don’t come my way.
Phone acting funny—almost caught a case,
Cut off loose ends—don’t fuck with the fake.

Chorus (x2)

Don’t try to play like my homey,
I see the fake—you phony.
Lord, guide my way—please hold me,
Might die today ‘cause it’s on me.

Verse 2

I guess they got me all figured out—
I’m just the new kid now.
Like I haven’t been grinding and putting in work,
To get on a stage for the crowd.

What the fuck I been doing then?
Paying for tours,
Hitting the road—
Y’all act like it’s yours.

You don’t run shit, I don’t suck dick,
I won’t bow down or get on all fours.
Fuck if they doubt me—I’m making my way,
Talking about me but not face to face.

I come from the struggle—they’ll never relate,
My brother got shot to death—wasn’t no grave.

Bridge

I miss the ones that know me,
My heart still aches—they OD’d.

Verse 2 (Continued)

Fuck a gatekeeper—I’m the Grim Reaper.
Internet thugs, bitch—you do not scare me.
Talk about fighting online in your rhymes,
When your pussy asses still haven’t come near me.

Public scrutiny—what more can you do to me?
Fuck this industry—you cannot ruin me.
Blackballed, but I’m the white devil,
I’ll burn down your house with you in the room with me.

Daddy first—nothing else matters,
Think I want fame? Fuck being a rapper.
Provide for my daughter so that when I’m gone,
She can have more—it’s whatever after.

Lost in my head—been searching for clues,
In my glass house—my screws are loose.
Teeter-totter between being a father,
And one court date away from making the news.

Chorus (x2)

Don’t try to play like my homey,
I see the fake—you phony.
Lord, guide my way—please hold me,
Might die today ‘cause it’s on me