Fake It 'Till You Make It Lyrics

They say it's fake it till you make it

Fake it till you make it

I ain't got no time to be debating

I just stay creating

I stay at the top I'm praying to my maker

Ride the elevator

When I'm the booth I cook it up

Then serve it like some bacon

They say it's fake it till you make it

Fake it till you make it

I ain't got no time to be debating

I just stay creating

I stay at the top I'm praying to my maker

Ride the elevator

When I'm the booth I cook it up

Then serve it like some bacon

There was this one time that my mentor

In quotation marks

Told me that I had to try and fake it

To win at all

I knew it sounded bad and couldn't take it

And after that call

Those words they kept on swirling in my head

I couldn't get em out

At first I sat and pondered was he right

Should I rethink the fight

Is what I'm writing bout not even relevant

Should I leave it behind

Should I get melodic and trade out my bars

In my pocket for content that I don't even like

Should I start playing nice

Dang

I thought a lil more

And reached a conclusion I was feeling sure

This wasn't me this was more

I chose to leave that advice at the door

I knew I could compete

I knew I had to believe

I knew that I want it and there ain't no stopping

So all I can do is record and release

So I decided not to try it not to lead my fans astray

Not to get wrapped up while

Rapping bout some money I can't pay

I refuse to sell out unless it's selling out a ticket box

Instead I'll try to reach the masses

Spreading fast like chicken pox

They say it's fake it till you make it

Fake it till you make it

I ain't got no time to be debating

I just stay creating

I stay at the top I'm praying to my maker

Ride the elevator

When I'm the booth I cook it up

Then serve it like some bacon

They say it's fake it till you make it

Fake it till you make it

I ain't got no time to be debating

I just stay creating

I stay at the top I'm praying to my maker

Ride the elevator

When I'm the booth I cook it up

Then serve it like some bacon

Ayy Ayy

When the labels start their calling

Ayy Ayy

When they show that dotted line will I

Ayy Ayy

Will my signing be a sign I tried

Ayy Ayy

Don't really know and in the end that's why

In the end that's why

I doubt I'll choose to sign

I would rather own my work and

Be my own boss not some other guy

That is how you know that I'm the guy

There ain't no better side

I'm standing in the middle of

The lanes and yet I cannot die

I keep my hand up in the pot

I stand with giants and quiver not

I brave the cold and shiver not

I stand twofold I stand with God

They say I'm done they'll be surprised

I got em tearing up they eyes

I'm running free I'm undefined

You got my promise I'm real till I die

I'm real till I die

They say it's fake it till you make it

Fake it till you make it

I ain't got no time to be debating

I just stay creating

I stay at the top I'm praying to my maker

Ride the elevator

When I'm the booth I cook it up

Then serve it like some bacon

They say it's fake it till you make it

Fake it till you make it

I ain't got no time to be debating

I just stay creating

I stay at the top I'm praying to my maker

Ride the elevator

When I'm the booth I cook it up

Then serve it like some bacon