Fade (feat. Au $parkk, Tsunami & 12k Gotti)
Niggas can't deny what we came for
Got the game in a choke hold
For the fame young niggas bouta ride till we can't go
No more till we fade
No,
No more never fade
Can't deny what we came for
Got the game in a choke hold
For the fame young niggas bouta ride till we can't go
No more till we fade
No
No more never fade
This pride and the drink won't let a nigga be great
Don't see a nigga lose faith in the skill
Gone peel niggas caps if they fake, uh
Spit the edge of a cleaver
Listening to me probably make a nigga feel like a heathen
Peel their brain like I'm Heenan, Bobby
Make him keel like I'm Keenan
Make him fold at the spleen till he kneel to my kingship
Cup runneth over on my king shit
Skin blacked out like I'm Kingston take trips to Kingston
Embodying heritage diamonds and gold in the blood of our fathers
Go look up my kingship
Chisel my body till I'm feeling godly
Purely engulfed in the white like I'm Gotti
'Member them days in the Patriot shotty
Now I'm in Malibu shading in alleys
Shit on his block man I'm letting him have it
Catching them niggas while they're up in traffic
It's like a jungle I'm causing the havoc
I jumped in the trenches and then I adapted
How you want smoke and you ain't got no money for smoke nigga
You better stick to the rapping
Chasing a nigga down like i was Pac-Man
We caught his ass getting straight off the Rapid
I'm a big cooler you know I'm relaxing
The T.V fucked up only time I see static
I'm like a bloody guy
But I ain't 900 guy
I'm down the way with this ratchet
You like a funny guy
But you ain't getting money guy
Tell me when you turn a savage
I see the funny vibes
This bitch shoot 100 times
Better duck when I'm clappin'
Round of applause
Dick in her jaws
Like a dinner meal
Loyalty is law
Stayed down for a nigga
And she winning still
Blowing a check brody
Like I'm blowing this TEC homie
And I'm grinning still
Upping this pipe he won't do me like Emmit Till
Shoot from the right I'ma dunk like a center will
Hop on a flight to go see my bitch in Brazil
She wanna fight but I'm fucking like give it here
Kill him on sight like Osama I really will
Bro ain't Fresh Prince but they calling him Willie Will
Niggas can't deny what we came for
Got the game in a choke hold
For the fame young niggas bouta ride till we can't go
No more till we fade
No
No more never fade
Can't deny what we came for
Got the game in a choke hold
For the fame young niggas bouta ride till we can't go
No more till we fade
No
No more never fade
Got the game in a choke hold
For the fame young niggas bouta ride till we can't go
No more till we fade
No,
No more never fade
Can't deny what we came for
Got the game in a choke hold
For the fame young niggas bouta ride till we can't go
No more till we fade
No
No more never fade
This pride and the drink won't let a nigga be great
Don't see a nigga lose faith in the skill
Gone peel niggas caps if they fake, uh
Spit the edge of a cleaver
Listening to me probably make a nigga feel like a heathen
Peel their brain like I'm Heenan, Bobby
Make him keel like I'm Keenan
Make him fold at the spleen till he kneel to my kingship
Cup runneth over on my king shit
Skin blacked out like I'm Kingston take trips to Kingston
Embodying heritage diamonds and gold in the blood of our fathers
Go look up my kingship
Chisel my body till I'm feeling godly
Purely engulfed in the white like I'm Gotti
'Member them days in the Patriot shotty
Now I'm in Malibu shading in alleys
Shit on his block man I'm letting him have it
Catching them niggas while they're up in traffic
It's like a jungle I'm causing the havoc
I jumped in the trenches and then I adapted
How you want smoke and you ain't got no money for smoke nigga
You better stick to the rapping
Chasing a nigga down like i was Pac-Man
We caught his ass getting straight off the Rapid
I'm a big cooler you know I'm relaxing
The T.V fucked up only time I see static
I'm like a bloody guy
But I ain't 900 guy
I'm down the way with this ratchet
You like a funny guy
But you ain't getting money guy
Tell me when you turn a savage
I see the funny vibes
This bitch shoot 100 times
Better duck when I'm clappin'
Round of applause
Dick in her jaws
Like a dinner meal
Loyalty is law
Stayed down for a nigga
And she winning still
Blowing a check brody
Like I'm blowing this TEC homie
And I'm grinning still
Upping this pipe he won't do me like Emmit Till
Shoot from the right I'ma dunk like a center will
Hop on a flight to go see my bitch in Brazil
She wanna fight but I'm fucking like give it here
Kill him on sight like Osama I really will
Bro ain't Fresh Prince but they calling him Willie Will
Niggas can't deny what we came for
Got the game in a choke hold
For the fame young niggas bouta ride till we can't go
No more till we fade
No
No more never fade
Can't deny what we came for
Got the game in a choke hold
For the fame young niggas bouta ride till we can't go
No more till we fade
No
No more never fade
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Acey
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