Fade Away (feat. Yemi Sauce)

I be way out the fuckin' way all the time
You know?
Kinda the best way to be
You don't fuck with that, I don't give a fuck anyway
(Luxury Music)

You probably thinkin' of Prada money

I'm probably thinkin' a lot of money
Southside Yonkers, you ain't takin' a dollar from me

All the homies holdin' the hollows for me

Now I'm past that life
I was cold-hearted, would've sold the pastor ice

In the middle of Hell, probably give him a L
Tell him to smoke somethin', here 'cause
I smoked somethin' (Smoked somethin')
Now the path is wrong
You can hit the line, number change, math is wrong
Yeah, it's fully loaded, but I will give half to y'all
Told the plug, "We want it all, what is
Half a score?" Yeah (We want it all)
But fuck movin' white, niggas movin' right

Legal money, see the European at the light
From bein' in the fight to bein' at the fights
Front row lookin' right, Ghost

On some real shit, I done been through
Real shit (I done been through real shit)
Yeah, my city wicked, niggas get you gone like real quick

Young nigga, but my heart is cold
I don't feel shit (My heart is cold)
If you talkin' hot, we spin your block
Like it's a field trip (Oh, oh, oh)
We put in major pain like Damon Wayans
My flow sharp like a razor blade
We want all the smoke, get in the game, nigga, we don't play (Baow)
Pull up to your block, we ain't leavin', now we here to stay

If it's beef, snap with the new whiskey, make 'em fade away

Even a seller is a buyer
Whoever say different is a motherfuckin' liar

Rule where you from, you the motherfuckin' sire
Phone clickin' too much, motherfuckin' wire
Hang it up, toss it out, switch it up

Niggas say they gang, but they bitches, enough (Gang, gang)
Why you wanna lie? Keep it real, tell the truth

Sucka niggas lie to they self in the booth
Coward niggas lie on the mic to the youth
Fuck around, get the sniper rifle, lie on the roof (On the roof)
Deuce-deuce nickel, nigga, fly in the coupe
Nikita Koloff, sicko niggas, I am the truth
I ain't tryna wrestle, I'm just tryna glide
And I'm high, yeah, I ride, I'm when Hyde meets Jekyll
Now that's a hell of a mix
Know the Ghost is raw, though, that's a hell of a fix, what up?

On some real shit, I done been through
Real shit (I done been through real shit)
Yeah, my city wicked, niggas get you gone like real quick

Young nigga, but my heart is cold
I don't feel shit (My heart is cold)
If you talkin' hot, we spin your block
Like it's a field trip (Oh, oh, oh)
We put in major pain like Damon Wayans
My flow sharp like a razor blade
We want all the smoke, get in the game, nigga, we don't play (Baow)
Pull up to your block, we ain't leavin', now we here to stay

If it's beef, snap with the new whiskey, make 'em fade away

You can have the drip, I just want the drop
Exotic weed, nice sweatsuit up in the spot (In the spot)
Never to try me, see the nigga beside me?
Put your brains right on the wall, don't you remind me
How I got down back then when I was grainy
Cut the shit or get your shit cut (Shit cut)
Big knife, big gun, big truck, big bucks
Hop in the 7, light one, and turn B.I.G. up, yeah

Oh-oh, yeah
Woah, yeah
All my niggas pistol packin'
You don't want no smoke, nigga, you ain't really 'bout that action
Niggas just do shit for show, they be really cappin'
I hang with real bosses, niggas under me just like a caption, yeah