FADE (Explicit)

Aye, yea, yea, aye

My father a baller

My brother a baller

Let’s get things in order

(Let’s get things in order)

For my son and my daughters

I gotta go harder

I gotta go harder (okay)

They lambs to a slaughter

From quarter to quarter

Get blown out the water

Aye

Come for the throne, he a goner

Yea

Cause that turn me into monster

Let’s go

I can’t let it get to me

(I can’t let it get to me)

I can’t let it get to me

(I can’t let it get to me)

I can’t let it get to me

They could all disagree

I’m making history

Oh

I can’t let it get to me

(I can’t let it get to me)

I can’t let it get to me

(I can’t let it get to me)

I can’t let it get to me

They could all disagree

I’m making history

(Let’s go)

Yea, aye

Run in that shit like dc

Inside cage I’m

Beastly

Inside thoughts don’t eat me

Spank those cheeks, I’m cheeky (okay)

Palm her thigh, I’m keke

Way too high, I’m geeky

I break necks like ddt

Don’t dm me

I’m ddp

Diamond cutter

All these diamonds

Flawless

Butter

Fuck with me

I change your life

You fuck that up

You’ll find no other

This shit takes some time, my brother

Play your part

And know your role

Learn the game

Then steal the show

Break the rules

We going rogue

My father a baller

My brother a baller

Let’s get things in order

For my son and my daughters

I gotta go harder

I gotta go harder

(okay)

They lambs to a slaughter

From quarter to quarter

Get blown out the water

Aye

Come for the throne, he a goner

Yea

Cause that turn me into monster

Let’s go

I can’t let it get to me

(I can’t let it get to me)

I can’t let it get to me

(I can’t let it get to me)

I can’t let it get to me

They could all disagree

I’m making history

Oh

I can’t let it get to me

(I can’t let it get to me)

I can’t let it get to me

(I can’t let it get to me)

I can’t let it get to me

They could all disagree

I’m making history

Imma stack my chips

And count my money

Hearts get flushed

Bitch ain’t shit funny

Training all day, all year

Til my knuckles get bloody

Lil buddy got a fade

You need to run me

Imma stack my chips

And count my money

Hearts get flushed

Bitch ain’t shit funny

Training all day, all year

Til my knuckles get bloody

Lil buddy got a fade

You need to run me mine

Run me my fade

Run me my fade

Run me my fade

(Okay, yea)

Run me my fade

Run me my fade

Run me my fade

Run me my fade

Run me my fade

Run me my fade

(Okay, yea)

Run me my fade

Run me my fade

Run me my fade