Y'all Fake

[Intro]
Yeah, this one’s for the ones who talked too much,
Didn’t know the truth when it hit ‘em in the gut.

I ain't fake, yeah, I dated your son,
Harley Heston — thought he was the one.
You blamed me for drama, nah, that’s a twist,
I kept it real, but you can’t handle this.
You don’t raise gentlemen, you raise liars,
Cheaters, heartbreakers, backstab suppliers.

You talk big, act hot like you got clout,
But every word you speak just calls you out.

Too bad, so sad — I’m livin’ my dream,
You sittin’ in the past while I’m on the big screen.
Stackin’ that cash, yeah, I’m gettin’ that dough,
While you’re stuck where the cold winds blow.
Too bad, too sad, I moved on fast,
You and your boy? That’s all the past.

You mad ‘cause I sing and rap, got fame,
While your boy still playin’ the same old game.
You blocked me out, but I’m fine with that
‘Cause my life upgraded, now I’m where it’s at.
Lost weight, teeth fixed, career took flight
Next to Ellen Muth, my circle’s tight.

He never washed, never grew, just lied,
But I cleansed my soul, left that side.
Now you’re livin’ with your son, that’s wild,
Still actin’ like he’s your golden child.

[Rap Verse 1]
Yeah, you better listen up — 'cause I'm done playin’ nice.

I ain’t fake, I keep it real every time I speak,
You twistin’ stories, actin’ like I’m the freak.
Yeah, I dated your son, that’s the truth, no cap,
But you spreadin’ drama like it’s your full-time trap.

I didn’t bitch, I didn’t bitch,
You the one throwin’ fits, scratchin’ that itch.
Call me names, but I stand unshaken,
Your son’s games? That’s what’s fakin’.

He lies when he loves, cheats when he’s bored,
You raised a boy who can’t keep his word.
Don’t come for me, I’m not your sin,
I’m just the echo of what’s within.

So keep your gossip, keep your hate,
I’m walkin’ clean through heaven’s gate.
I said my truth, now watch me rise,
No more tears, no more disguise.

You the one throwin’ fits, scratchin’ that itch.
Call me names, but I stand unshaken,
Your son’s games? That’s what’s fakin’.

BITCH! — yeah, that’s your reflection,
Not my confession.

Too bad, so sad — I’m livin’ my dream,
You sittin’ in the past while I’m on the big screen.
Stackin’ that cash, yeah, I’m gettin’ that dough,
While you’re stuck where the cold winds blow.
Too bad, too sad, I moved on fast,
You and your boy? That’s all the past.

You couldn't raise a gentleman,
Now you’re mad ‘cause I won’t pretend,
He lies, he cheats, breaks hearts again,
It ain’t my fault — it’s how you made him.

Every girl he meets, he leaves with a scar,
Sweet words fade fast like a used-up car,
You blame me for the wreck he’s become,

But I ain’t the reason he comes undone.
You talk like I’m the storm in his sky
But your silence taught him how to lie

You couldn’t raise a gentleman
Now you’re mad ‘cause I won’t pretend
He lies, he cheats, breaks hearts again,
It ain’t my fault — it’s how you made him

No, I didn’t bitch, I didn’t break,
Just telling truth for my own sake,
Now I’m gone, BITCH!