Lil Durk & Only The Family – Fake Love (feat. Lil Tjay)

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Fake Love

Lil Durk & Only The Family (feat. Lil Tjay)

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"Fake Love." - Lil Durk & Only The Family (feat. Lil Tjay)

Wednesday, 16 September 2026, 08:28 am

Album: Family Over Everything

Track No: 11

[Lil Durk:]

This shit gotta be bigger than big

Know what I'm sayin', no little boy shit, everything gotta be extravagant

Boy (I just taught Rich to get rich)

Introduce you to designer, moved you to Atlanta

How y'all gon' trade on me?

How the fuck you gon' change up, you said, "You can't claim us."

How you gon' play with me?

How the fuck you call me fake and then don't be around?

How the fuck you say you love me, but then don't see about me?

All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love

All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love, this fake love, this fake love

I held a fake grudge, I gave you fake hugs

Handshake was no love, 'fore y'all had fake stubs

They said we can't come, had thoughts to snake 'em

That nigga shake some, tell that nigga, "Take some"

And they never support us, and they never take orders

I give 'em my daughter, had lean in my organs

These niggas ain't got no morals, I'm off X in Florida

They tried to tax for quarters like they don't know my story

Ain't talk to my cousin Corey, say I got too rich and important

I miss jail calls, of course, 'cause I'm in this bitch recordin'

And when they see me shinin', they say they need me more

I gave you twenty, on God, just what you need it for?

I regret tellin' the whole world I love 'em

I regret tellin' old girl I love her

I regret lettin' them niggas fault my circle, whoa

I regret, kept sayin' yeah, even though they burned me up

Wakin' up to ASAP texts, he tell me, "Pour it up"

And he kept tellin' me, "These niggas, they don't fuck with us"

Oh yeah, he said they was hatin' on the low with us

If they ain't tourin' with you, that means it's both of us, yeah

Introduce you to designer, moved you to Atlanta

How y'all gon' trade on me?

How the fuck you gon' change up, you said, "You can't claim us."

How you gon' play with me?

How the fuck you call me fake and then don't be around?

How the fuck you say you love me, but then don't see about me?

All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love

All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love, this fake love, this fake love

[Lil Tjay:]

And I ain't playin' 'round, swear I lay 'em down, bro, don't say a sound

Free the guys, ain't have the gang around, locked up in the pound

I got niggas in the cell, said indictment, ain't no bail

Forty-eight, I'm never tellin', come home, we raisin' Hell and

I cut loss for all my guys, sendin' kites, I hear their cries

Snitchin', tellin' lies, it won't be long until he die

I done seen a homicide, guess that's why I'm traumatized

But I got Smelly by my side, we screamin' Easy when we drop

Niggas talk but never slide, imagine how I feel inside

But bro, I never took the stand, I had to see his mama cry

But now I'm hurt, see me shootin' first, someone gettin' murdered

Now I'm hurt, see me shootin' first, someone gettin' murdered

[Lil Durk:]

Introduce you to designer, moved you to Atlanta

How y'all gon' trade on me?

How the fuck you gon' change up, you said, "You can't claim us."

How you gon' play with me?

How the fuck you call me fake and then don't be around?

How the fuck you say you love me, but then don't see about me?

All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love

All this fake love, this fake love, this fake love, this fake love, this fake love

Writer(s): Richie Souf, Lil Tjay, Lil Durk.

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