Young Fade - Bash Em (feat. Myth)

Look
I am faded
Hella fresh
Murder styles that's fresh to death
With every breath I empty I strep
This mary caress my chest and charisma of the mind is next
Now I'm pumpin weight so bet I flex
But only when I best the rest
You failed the test
I passed the course
So watch me whip my silver horse
Livin life got no remorse
The devil bangin at my door
Shit god is next to him
So I never let them in
I just be myself
Grab the mic and spit like a lesbian
Only with the help of myself
Did I find what I was destined in
So lemme murder every verb roll trees
And smoke herb till I choke on the smoke Ima smoker
Baller like Kobe with Lakers
Jordan to your Bull
Shit same to you haters
You a cop out
I graduated
So what's classy to you drop outs
Run the clique
We top your shit like woah now

It's a brawl
It's a showdown
And no matter what go down
I will break your soul down
I thought I had told ya
Clique fresher than the cold air
My brotha this is warfare
If you fear of death
Do not step
We will take you there
Cross the styx
Into the hellish pits
No heaven here
Yeah we bash em

No heaven here
The world falls dead
Like a rose

Written by:
Brandon Samuels, Dominique Samuels

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