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Fade Away

by Kevin Gates

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First I mix that legal lean with That I don’t get tired Then I call up Kevin Gates And the homie Mook Boy You best believe we on that paper chase I talk that shit yo favorite Rapper been afraid to say He asked me for a front I Told that bitch no way Jose And I could get away with Murder like my name OJ And when these haters go to hate we hit that Fade away, that fade away (you best believe, we hit that) That fade away, fade away That fade away (that please believe) That legal lean make me fade away fade away I’m a Steph Curry Sip the lean, numb the pain And pray it fade away man Beat the body Johnny Cochran come And see today man in the jungle we gorillas We not bathing apes OJ Simpson with the trigger we Gon make you late Talk shit but I could back it up Grind hard no matter what rings, no sleep Hell, been through Hell twice And I’m still standing tough I’m just doin me Couldn’t give a fuck about a hater Tell em get out yo feelings Hoe And go and get some paper! Scurred off in that V12 I’m a heavyweight I don’t need a scale From the moment I open my eyes All I do is see sales Wholesale to retail that legal Lean going worldwide That UPS sending packages out about The size of a P12 Motivated by loyalty Only thing that’s important to me Diamonds dancing around my neck Same price as a quarter key South Georgia to the Florida Keys I threw my stamp on the Sunshine I swear to God I have money, cars And 3 different hoes at one time I’m piled up like door sale You throwback like Nextel I could piss on a 100K Air force, Sho G, Fuck a record deal Wrists at the bottom of the pot Going in circles call that a windmill New choppa got night vision And a twist-a-round like a steering wheel Pull up I just tested coke, pump some gas in Catch a coke deal Keep telling her to slow down she don’t Wanna chill coz she on them pills Steph Curry with the Mac 11 I could take A shot and then I fade away Tear never fall down my eyes but I Murk something tatted on my face Me and he’s in this rental car we Strapped up and we came through Push a button yellow top lift Up like Donald Trump’s toupee My dawg benz just crawled up and then Laid down in the drive way My bitch keep playing mind games she don’t Know a nigga finna fade away I know somebody feel me In the slum where it's filthy All praise to Allah It gon be difficult to kill me I Am Mujahideen, the lean Say he got a vest on Pop! Ima shoot him in the knees Make him fade away I’m a Steph Curry, I’m a Steph Curry Make you fade away

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