SELDEM - Fake

People are they moving and I realize it's so fake.
How I get it, I be stacking fast.
Really in it, do a money dance.
Want it wide, I ain't looking tags.
All these obstacles, and I'm running past.
Hit 'em once and I hit 'em twice.
It don't get specific when I roll the dice.
I'm the tinted window, sippin' Pontiac ice.
Stomach grinding, hustling, and overnight.
Me and them with the mashup, I'm coming out here.
Dropping every city while they really just suck here.