Faded
{Verse 1: Shotkaller Kev}

Luxury, I Swear it’s never easy when you lose a nigga you planned on getting rich with

Forever Faded got me back on my shit
A whole quarter pound i broke it down majority nicks
Fuck your opinion i was more concerned with the flip
Some niggas coppin a plea and others pleading the fifth
And if it ain't football numbers they killing fathers
He ain't even get a chance to see his Son or Raise His Daughter
Man this shit is got me sick fuck your welfare and your wic
Faded in that six thinkin’ ‘bout 226
That was in middle school when i had the baddest bitch
Same year i met luxury dreams they never switched
Use to be at lunch now its round table meetings
And we talking money a language you hardly speaking
Everybody know us no introduction is needed
If im my brothers keeper im keeping his deepest secrets
I got thoughts of paranoia dodging shit like dela Hoya
Why you in this business if you can’t afford a Lawyer
When your back against the wall and it's feeling like a Sauna
Once they read him his rights man that boy is a goner
He was only eighteen the first mistake of his life
No concern about the rest just that day in his life
Momma in the courtroom when the judge said life
So Now he think about that day of his life like every night
Let's Change The Topic My roof on recline one button drop it
Im ‘bout to take a trip to the tropic to smoke exotic
G5 flights im kicking it with the pilot and
Im always getting high i shoulda just been a pilot
All Them Whips Brand new they coming with zero mileage
Youngest in the family but the first to finish college
I always knew that i do it i knew that i had the Knowledge
I always knew that i would shine just had to apply the polish
To long i sat in the dark for too long
Another tragedy everytime i turn the
News on upgraded to a california king
From a futon More kicks than a fetus
Got me fresher than a newborn
Just going through the phases
Imma shine they want me shaded
I could relate to Joey when he said he devastated
Turn my dream to a reality through manifestation
Now them fifties and hundreds separated like segregation
The youngest doing it yeah i speak the truest shit
Sick flow like my pen and pad had the flu and shit
Yeah i'm far from new to this my flow is causing ludacris
I was smart broke so im trynna be stupid rich
Criminal mindstate hustler mentality
Rich dreams made up for my fucking broke reality
I don’t know what will if rhyming dont work shit
I spit sick shit cause at night my stomach use to hurt
That’s why i spit shit you can feel shit that got a purp
Life is a bitch she a dime what’s your woman worth
What are my woman worth gucci bag louie purse
Ima be dead fly carried in a louie hurst