Fade Away

Rappers talkin' money pushing packs all day

But you ain't movin' weight like the CIA

They got years to give crooks in a new private prison

You could hit the books maybe try and find religion

Comin' out like Malcolm start preaching to the people

But when you get killed it probably be your own people

Feeling like Martin smoking on the balcony

If that sniper wasn't there then I wonder what the world would be

Kids puffin kill minds in the galaxies

Oxie molly xan's might as well be crack to me

My heroes turned addicts in the hyphy era

I was there bruh poppin' that blue nike era