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fade away - truth gordon lyrics

“i was in mississippi…discussing opportunity with friends of mine…we clumsily stumbled across a term, used to describe the f*ckery…fade away…”

(verse 1)

i feel sorry for the n*ggas who opposing
have to write an eviction for they emotions
maybe i been puttin’ these b*tches upon a totem
get the f*ck away, don’t want n*ggas on the scr*t*m
get the f*ck from me, we ain’t rockin’ fam’ i told ya
n*ggas scream loyal but stab ya below the shoulders
i don’t need a screenshot for me to start exposin’
you could get ya screenshot dissin’ for exposure
n*ggas ain’t right, they been snakin’ for the p*ssy
talkin’ down on ya, but won’t make it to the p*ssy
gonna make me have that black squad, strapped, waitin’ in the bushes
rob ’em and leave the lil’ n*gga shakin’ from the bullets
prolly won’t make it from him takin’ too many bullets
ya pump fakin’, right hand on revelations
put it on my flag, this is biz’ for the nation
my young n*gga back doin’ a bid, on nation

(hook)
coach said i’m too short for the rack game, (yeah)
eurosteps to the bank when the bag came, (yeah)
shootin’ shots but hoes wanted the last name, (sheesh)
i can only feel jacksons when the bag came yeaaahhhh
so i guess i gotta fade away
plug put me in the game so i fade away
n*gga on his last shot, drinkin’ pain away
sh*t i’m on my last shot bout to fade away yeeaaahh

(verse 2)
threw shots but they thought i wouldn’t notice
on beats the only time n*ggas vocal
be n*ggas up the street who beefin’ to keep it local
travel out of state and stunt like they ain’t local
stay the f*ck away from these memes where ya facts from
mention me, and i’ll have some n*ggas at ‘cha
if ya scared ya better visit the pastor
n*ggas act foul ’til they get shot, and 1
make a n*gga call a hundred rounds, with a hundred rounds
all black van get ’em sn*tched up
we gettin’ money on this side, better catch up
word is that they sayin’ that i’m next up
word is that i’m flagrant, stay tech’d up
make a broad text ya
i make her finesse ya
you might’ve undressed her
thinkin’ she gon’ let ya
hit it, then some n*ggas kickin’ in
it’s a set up…

- truth gordon lyrics

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