[Verse 1: Big Sean] 
 They say I'm too fake, [bad word] it I'm paid 
 I can't even find it, empty spot inside my safe 
 I got carnies on my eyes, Louis on my case 
 Lobster, shrimp, and calimari right here chilling on my plate 
 They say I'm too fake, [bad word] it I'm paid 
 I can't even find it, empty spot inside my safe 
 I got carnies on my eyes, Louis on my case 
 Lobster, shrimp, and calimari 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 

 [bad word]  hockey sample] 
 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 [bad word] 

 [Verse 2: Big Sean] 
 Yeah I know Sean, I swear that [bad word] ain't [bad word] 
 Known him for forever and he ain't on the same [bad word] 
 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 [bad word] 
 Man I tell him suck my [bad word] then choke on a nut 
 Cause when they see me it's oh Big was on 
 Man for the team, man, fam, or regime 
 Might knock down any door, open it up 
 Got old and now you startin' actin' different huh? 
 No really I wasn't [bad word]  with you from the beginnin' [bad word] 
 Here we are, here we go, my circle tighter than a Cheerio 
 People want a handle like silver spoons 
 People want a handle like here you go 
 Man, the realest [bad word] 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 

 [bad word]  hockey sample] 
 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 [bad word] 

 Uh, I got too much soul for you, yeah 

 [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 
 Yeah go a [bad word] like get a 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, cause 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 necks 
 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 [bad word] to get loose on 
 The boy Chiddy and Sean on a new song 
 If you ain't with it, tell me what the [bad word] you on 
 I said I in heads, made it off of Big chance 
 Yeah and still the game can make you fake like implant 
 I quit 

 [bad word]  hockey sample] 
 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 [bad word]