Fakes make you blind Making you smile While plotting for the day you die Happy when they see you Pissed when they leave you Fakes are snakes Snakes that pray for the end of your race Killing ur faith Making you doubt the Lords grace Be careful of fakes They always Pray that you make mistakes They behind you for a reason Leave them in a different season The season where The Hustler is Hit by the Cold weather While the Taker is warm in their blankets Be careful of People who see you as Competition Because the smile they give Might be The last Time Your Greatness is living But also never forget what your destined for will always come