Mixxdawg x Fayd x Itzjustbenzo - Fade Away

How you know what I did
(What what)
Tell no one yet
(Nah nah)
Don't you snitch
(Lil bitch)
Gotta run from the feds
(Running laps)
Bouncing out hit a pocket
Like I hit a fade away
Are your ankles okay
How you know what I did
(What what)
Tell no one yet
(Nah nah)
Don't you snitch
(Lil bitch)
Gotta run from the feds
(Running laps)
Bouncing out hit a pocket
Like I hit a fade away
Are your ankles okay
I'm feeling diplomatic
Fuck it I might go get tatted
Livin' cinematic
In the back of a black Cadillac wit
A couple washed up acts n
The homies that's from my past n
It's quite tragic
I might need to mask it
I'm just sick of sad shit
Goddamn fact is we the truth
N we so far from average
Ain't gotta flex this the proof
The track the fucking package
N all I'm really tryna do is just move the masses
I'll just do what i do
Let Mixxdawg go get it snappin'
How you know what I did
(What what)
Tell no one yet
(Nah nah)
Don't you snitch
(Lil bitch)
Gotta run from the feds
(Running laps)
Bouncing out hit a pocket
Like I hit a fade away
Are your ankles okay
How you know what I did
(What what)
Tell no one yet
(Nah nah)
Don't you snitch
(Lil bitch)
Gotta run from the feds
(Running laps)
Bouncing out hit a pocket
Like I hit a fade away
Are your ankles okay
Deep inside I cry
They ask I'm just fine
That's just the outside
I don't like to lie
People be talkin' how they got paper with no image
When i rhyme my music I'm original with lyrics
Coming up from the bottom
This mischievous
When I rap a different level
I'm so serious
How you know what I did
(What what)
Tell no one yet
(Nah nah)
Don't you snitch
(Lil bitch)
Gotta run from the feds
(Running laps)
Bouncing out hit a pocket
Like I hit a fade away
Are your ankles okay
How you know what I did
(What what)
Tell no one yet
(Nah nah)
Don't you snitch
(Lil bitch)
Gotta run from the feds
(Running laps)
Bouncing out hit a pocket
Like I hit a fade away
Are your ankles okay
I been running laps
You been stuck in place
If you not first you last
Got no time to waste
Ain't walking around like I'm off of the sedatives
Everything said is become so irrelevant
Everyone pushing the same it's repetitive
Off the agenda no one got a level head
If you gone make it you gone have to lay in a bed
Sometimes I think that I'm better off dead
But I gotta few things that cannot be left
So when I am gone I have no regrets
How you know what I did
(What what)
Tell no one yet
(Nah nah)
Don't you snitch
(Lil bitch)
Gotta run from the feds
(Running laps)
Bouncing out hit a pocket
Like I hit a fade away
Are your ankles okay
How you know what I did
(What what)
Tell no one yet
(Nah nah)
Don't you snitch
(Lil bitch)
Gotta run from the feds
(Running laps)
Bouncing out hit a pocket
Like I hit a fade away
Are your ankles okay
This ain't to serious
Feeling like George I'm curious
And really quite delirious
But moving to fast I'm furious
That more people ain't hearing this
Fuck it I make the weirdest ish
Not too big on appearances
But jesters appear when ya need to cheer up bitch
In fact I'm usually the first act in the building
It's obvious
We came to make a killing wit no consequence
So put your hands from the floor up in to the ceiling
And just rock wit us
This shit is dope obvious the best feeling wit no rocks to push!

Written by:
Mackenzie Moorhead

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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