Fade Away

Hold on, Look

Ima keep this shit a band 'cause I'm walking right with a drummer
I was clutching on a tan when I'm posted up through the summer
If you got me then I got you we balling out for each other
Like I gotta watch my back these niggas might be undercover
Put my brothers on like thug I hope they don't do me like gunna
And I keep it on me sliding that weapon lethal like glover
Like remember all them nights we outside Untill it's the sun up
If you with me then you down for whatever I'm on the come up

And she gon fade away when you tell her how much you love her
Like shorty moving wock ima fuck her before I dub her
And she know I get money she talking bout fuck a rubber
But I can't let it happen I'm solid word to my mother
I used to be on court now I'm scoring like I'm at rucker
I ball like SGA with the way I'm carrying thunder
They said I won't be shit like this money came from the gutter
They wonder how you making all this bread without no butter

I be sipping on this muddy like my vision got impaired
And the city full of hate like I could feel it through the air
When I tell them bout this money everybody want a share
When I tell them how I'm feeling all a sudden they don't care
Now I'm lit so all these niggas wanna act like they was there
Mike amiri with dior they gon Jack me cuz what I wear
When I step up in the spot all the bitches stop and they stare
2020 set my vision they told me it wasn't clear
When I step up on the scene and I be steady applying pressure
Think he bending shit like yoga we put his ass on a stretcher
Got the knocka in the car when I'm riding right through the mecca
I could never trust a bitch you ain't gon line me like a edge up
I was running through them bands when I finally got my check up
You on court without the rock how you moving like you a center
Spent like 10 up on my fit like girl you fucking with a steppa
She ain't know I had the chop in the miris the day I met her

And she gon fade away when you tell her how much you love her
Like shorty moving wock ima fuck her before I dub her
And she know I get money she talking bout fuck a rubber
But I can't let it happen I'm solid word to my mother
I used to be on court now I'm scoring like I'm at rucker
I ball like SGA with the way I'm carrying thunder
They said I won't be shit like this money came from the gutter
They wonder how you making all this bread without no butter



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Writer(s): Bee Mill
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