Too Fake lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

They say I’m too fake, fuck it I’m paid

I can’t even find an empty spot inside my safe

I got Carties on my eyes, Louis on my case

Lobster, shrimp, and calamari right here chilling on my plate

They tell me I’m on time, even when I’m late

Even if it’s a lie they say everything is great

I’m grabbin’ the fattest asses, just to see ‘em shake

I swear I’m too real to be, I’m too real to be livin’ so fake

[Chorus]

Look out!

Cause I’m just too fake for the world

I know it’s just a game to me

I’m just too fake you see

I wish I didn’t have to be but watch out

I got too much soul for the world

It’s breaking my heart in two

I got too much soul for you

I don’t like it but it’s true

[Verse 2: Big Sean]

"Yeah I know Sean, I swear that nigga ain’t shit

Known him for forever and he ain’t on the same shit

It breaks my heart when all the kids be yelling 'You the mayne, Big'

He ain’t no hometown hero, he on that LeBron James shit"

Man I tell them suck my dick then choke on a nut

Cause when they see me it’s "Oh, It's Big, What's up?"

Man for the team, man, fam, or regime

Might knock down any door, open it up

Got on and now you startin’ actin’ different huh?

No really I wasn’t fuckin’ with you from the beginnin’ bruh

Here we are, here we go, my circle tighter than a Cheerio

People want a handle like silver spoons

People want a handout like here you go

Man, the realest nigga I know is inside the mirror bro

And these fools be trippin’ like a suitcase, a shoelace

They too fake, and I’m too real, yeah, boy

[Chorus]

Look out!

Cause I’m just too fake for the world

I know it’s just a game to me

I’m just too fake you see

I wish I didn’t have to be but watch out

I got too much soul for the world

It’s breaking my heart in two

I got too much soul for you

I don’t like it but it’s true

[Verse 3: Chiddy]

Fake it til you make it

What happens when you do?

Friends turn to strangers, so I’m a stranger, too

They want this or that

Boy gotta hustle like a flip or pack

Year a go a nigga wasn't gettin' scratch

When I hit the booth I came up with a sick attack

Oh yes, feelin’ so strong we about to take the game like Conquest

Wish we fail, but they check pre-sales, and a hater gets proven wrong, yes

They just bantering, calls I’m not answering

Married to the music so I never give a hand a ring

But Chiddy jigga with these girls we be on the next

And they get mad cause we really don’t respond to text

Yeah, they say I, may be just on the shady side

Maybe I, grow so much and I smoke so much got a lazy eye

Yeah I’m too gone, this the new shit to get loose on

The boy Chiddy and Sean on a new song

If you ain’t with it, tell me what the fuck you on

I said I in heads, made it off of Big chance

Yeah and still the game can make you fake like implant

But I'm real

• Artist:Big Sean
• Album:Finally Famous Vol. 3: BIG (2010)