Let's Get Faded

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Hook:
Too bright out let me get shaded,
Comin Up my niggas made it,
Steady when cops raided,
We been thru a lot let's get faded,
Get faded... Get faded...Get faded...nigga we faded,
 
This is how I feel,
Wack niggas are my meal,
call em Jess Biel,
She know the deal,
fuck her silent means not a squeal,
Sniff a blue and smoke crystal,
Kneel cuz im the fool u wish to,
Bitches on deck but they just trying to get rich too,
I ain't wit that meet and greet,
Chicks don't want a herb so Beat ur meat,
Faded a medical term,
Im chronic wit the word,
Hit ur burb,
Bumping,smoking loud we hella turnt,
that Light widdow, cuz stern lungs never learn,
Cruising when we burn,
This that hit shit,
Not talking how the grip spit,
Speaking how I rip shit,
Shooters on deck wit a fitted and a hit list,
Cuz it's blast on sight,
Steady aim in a gun fight,
Spot me At the mall or an alley way dead night,
That's Dead right,
Bullets take lead flight,
Crush you're ribs so tread light,
Busting niggas in a quick fight,
Talk bout It cuz I spit life,
Foreign niggas hear my rhymes,
Dont understand but know I'm tight,
So fresh tho I'm half white,
But don't talk bout my bad side,
I've always known Id be great,
Say destiny but its not fate,
I'm not late,
Funeral wake save the date,
Watch my place and grab cake,
u act up i catch a case,
Eyes big as dinner plates
Evolution, reach a higher mental state,
 
Hook:
Too bright out let me get shaded,
Comin Up my niggas made it,
Steady when cops raided,
We been thru a lot let's get faded,
Get faded... Get faded...Get faded...nigga we faded,
 
Crew been thru so much,
Too much,
Pigs bust during lunch,
Stuck with mad mind muck,
Self made no luck,
Dyings a last resort,
Rather let the guns retort,
When the streets hold court,
Pull the cord to your life support,
It's a way of life,
Struggle when I roll the dice,
I'm a lion right so why do I stay playing with these mice,
Cuz just surviving won't suffice,
Only hobby that gives my life some spice is doin ice,
But then I let crime entice,
Confront your past,
Like looking thru a nasty glass,
Couldn't mimic my dapper swag,
If you were armed wit a plaster cast,
Rehash or Be last,
Never nigga keep my feet fast,
Sit back and relax,
Cuz you could never be that,

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Prophit
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