Текст песни Fade Out - Cri$t187

Cri$t back up in the booth warming up
Get to the bag till the sun is up
Plans come together, yo homie I'll chalk him up
Do you like a pumpkin look how I'm carvin up
Everyone scared of the government, stockin up
Come a long way, no We not far enough
I wanna be great, bitch is this hard enough

Chargin up chargin up
Feel like I'm saiyan
Heatin up heatin up
Know that we sprayin
I'm riding with the shit that kill Satan
Grippin my Glock, I'm fucked up and it swayin
Give him my grave, he need somewhere to lay in
I don't need saved, I'm from the dirt no decayin
The world ain't want me so I had to find a way in
My Brick so heavy can you give him a weigh in
He scopin me out top floor of the days inn
Day in day out, look how it played out
I made him fade out, why is the world so gray now
I come with the weather you should've stayed out
Say sum bout my cheddar you can get rained out
Is this what you ordered I'll do him like takeout
This shit ain't nothin play bout and that's all facts
I just downed a perc cause it help me relax
It's all gone now trust me I wanna go back
I'll keep making songs I wanna see it plat
Shit take so long, just give me my plaque
This what I dreamed about so I won't lack
Claim ya got racks, we all know that's it's cap
If you do and yo brother is struggling that shits wack
Imma do is all a favor get rid of him bitch I'm a menace
I've been on this shit for a minute
I'll take that shit if he got it I'm gettin to riches
I'll run up the digits and stick to my vision
I'll slide for my clique, if my business is missin
Watching my wrist for the time tickin, piece glisten
I'll take his pendent he's finished, diminished
All for the ticket if they blame my homies I did it
But if that ain't gon work, imma dash in the distance
They should've known first now the shit is twisted
Bitch I'm in my head all day it's my prison cell
Hopped out new clothes he think he fresh as hell
I put my gun up in his face we in class and it's show and tell
He can't tell, he's In my blunt, can you smell
Y'all taking L's, yo listen
My hands always spinnin, stay out of my kitchen
He start acting funny, my trigger finger itchin
I can't think straight when the shroomies be hittin
I feel like I'm Mario, level up
I see him off rest in peace it's good riddance
I'm dippin, my engine is revvin up
I Always hope for the best but I've given up
Might as well pour up some codeine and go to the range
It's killing me slowly, I've been grindin for days