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Faded (prod. Lentra)

from Faded by Kevin Venom

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I hate heroes
Tryna see eight zeroes
The eighth pre rolled
Straight to the face we blow
Escape these woes
Ate the LSD to see God
Saw him in the mirror I can't see y'all
I'm faded in your area
Screaming motherfuck America
I'm arrogant and brown yea the president is scared of us
Pull off in the whip, I'm the shit, it's apparent you ain't even half as glamorous as this, I am married to the game I inherited the gift
Of eating rappers like a cannibal I'm Manson with this shit
I do not answer to a lick
Yeah I'm dancing with the devil and I'm never gonna slip
High as heaven yes I'm lit
God damn yeah I'm faded in your area I'm damaged and I'm mobbin like
Chase the malt liquor with the swisher get it started right
Chasing off my problems quick as sonic with that bottle shit
My mama called but I'm too busy balling to acknowledge it
Most of y'all honestly not as bomb as this, the problem is you falling like the leaves in autumn season while I'm quantum leaping drop that shit that stop your breathing,
(Oh) a lot to take in
And if y'all fakin, we are of no relation
Started from the basement, rolling up an eighth for the spliff and then I face it
I don't see the face in the mirror I escape it
I can see the jakes in my mirror when I'm racing down i95
Bi focals no rose tint
It's cold and I know it so my foes can get ghosted if they doubt I am the most lit
Blowing on that potent, dolo
On a mission
To fulfill my inner vision make a mil before I'm finished
Make em kneel for my forgiveness
I don't show mercy, I'm just coolin outside of ya window where the hearse be
Swisher full of purp so the liquor can't hurt me
For some peace of mind I'd give an arm and a leg
In the streetlights feelin like my fathers regrets
On god en garde, not a fence that I can't jump
Tryna carry cash like the back of a brinks truck
Face in the faucet, I'm facing the coffin
An eighth in the spliff to the face so I'm coughing
Escaping my problems, I ain't tryna solve em
I'm just tryna spar and if ya mans got a problem
Imma drop him like an acid tab mixed with marijuana
I'm faded in your area
Blowing dope keep it low for the cameras
I am not an amateur
I'm faded in your area
Gimme six feet and imma bury you
Ante up ante up

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from Faded, released May 29, 2020

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